Not surprisingly, while traveling I have met people from all over the world. And increasingly, on the eastern part of the globe, most people use Facebook instead of MySpace. But I’m a MySpace girl and let me tell you why.

MySpace is truly a networking site where you can keep in touch with current friends, meet new people and reconnect with old ones. It’s this last point that is the clincher for me in the networking Web site wars.

Earlier this year, I was flabbergasted when I got a MySpace email from my good friend, DJ Jon Quik, who I lost touch with after leaving New York in 2001.

This week it was my turn to find someone while updating my MySpace page. I looked up one of the very first friends I’ve ever had. I have known her since I was 5-years-old but we haven’t spoken in more than a decade. Fifteen minutes later, I had her page, which led to another, which led to another and then some.

Now, I have a got the goods on most of my early childhood friends and people I knew through them. In Facebook, you cannot connect with people unless you already have their email addresses. Last time I saw most of these people, Yahoo was not yet a household name. And computers were not an everyday household item like they are today so many people didn’t even have email addresses.

In catching up, I learned just about everybody is married with at least a couple of kids. Then, the inevitable question was put to me as magnanimously as possible:

“So what are you doing with your life?”

And there it was staring at me in black type on white space. The question which required me to justify my decisions that put me on my current course: single, childless and gallivanting around Europe.

As I thought about my career, my relationships and the choices I've made, I felt really proud. It would have been much easier for me to get married, have the house, the husband and begin contributing to the Earth’s population. But if I had done that, the unknown options on the road not traveled would have haunted me for the rest of my days.

This way when my Knight does come, I’ll be ready for the sacrifices that come with starting one’s own family. Who knows, with MySpace making the world smaller everyday, maybe I already know him and all he has to do is find me again. That’s one in the win column for the “Place for Friends,” even if it is owned by Rupert Murdoch.