The other night, Janet wondered aloud as to how many ex-girlfriends I had as Facebook friends. Not that she was stressed or upset, just a little playfully jealous. "Off the top of my head there's a few missing, but a good number," I responded. "Whatev," she retorted. I couldn't help but laugh at the minor showing of insecurity from my otherwise strong, confident wife.

But, the numbers show her concern is a growing one nationally.

Facebook has now become the world's largest lounge to rekindle some old romance. With the number of Boomers and aging Gen Xers now on board, one need not wait for the 25-year reunion to see if "Susie" or "Greg" looks as good as they did at graduation. So whenever a marriage shows signs of wear, or has completely bit the dust, a little "Wall message" or "Chat window" encounter is a click away.

Time Magazine.com dubbed these Facebook lovers, "Retrosexuals."

I must admit, I love seeing my former "gals" now that they've grown families and a variety of careers. Photos of vacations, children and parties let us experience what life might have been like with them. Do they look the same? Do I look good in their eyes? It does kick up some dust of an earlier, unsettled time in our lives. It's an interesting little social experiment -- albeit innocent.

I often find myself smiling as I flip through their pages. I'm happy for them and very happy for myself. I think, "I did pretty well," and feel like the relationships that ended so long ago in various immature ways of heartbreak and desperation were surely for the best. And now we're all here on Facebook, finally happy and complete.

Obviously, not everyone is so "settled" with their station, and use this forum as an opportunity to right past wrongs. And for some, perhaps being a retrosexual is a wonderful thing. 

Good or bad, we're living here and the village is growing. Finally turning a profit, Facebook is rumored to have a "public offering" on the way. A sign of more money, more faces and more cyber-booty calls. Holla!