The first time it happened, I didn’t think anything of it. I was on FaceBook, surfing around and answering mail, when a guy I knew pinged me. 50-something, smart, and techie (like many of the people I knew), he was a distant acquaintance.

Rachel Kramer Bussel has an excellent piece live in the Huffington Post about Carla Bruni, her reported number of sexual partners(15) and whether counting out loud makes you a big slut (she says in our culture, it does). Worth a read and thought provoking.

Despite the provocative photo (and the big ass tattoo), the cover essay in the Sunday New York Times Magazine starts sweetly enough.

I knew there was a moment in my life when I yearned, like I thought I was supposed to, for “the one,” but my true inclination is to yearn for the many. And not just loves, relationships, romances—but friends and close-knit family.

In the past three months, I’ve changed my job, my career and my place to live. I’ve left a big company, started a business, given up my apartment, and am planning a temporary move to another state, followed by moving back to the Bay area and then moving in—to a new house we hope to get together-- with my boyfriend. If someone had told me five years ago that this was where I’d be in my life right now, I would have looked at them in complete disbelief, and yet everything that’s happened (except for getting laid off) is something I’ve created and/or chosen.