carsonshepherd
comeback kid
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But her older sister? That might have been different.
Og
Great story Og. Guess the moral is, just because you can reconnect, doesn't mean you should.
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But her older sister? That might have been different.
Og
Great story Og. Guess the moral is, just because you can reconnect, doesn't mean you should.
I also made contact with the first Woman Who Broke My Heart, back in my teen years. We talked a few times, and as far as I know that's that.Great story Og. Guess the moral is, just because you can reconnect, doesn't mean you should.
Bel~! Wow, Hey! How are things?? I have missed you!
Hey bud... things are -- interesting. *shrug*
Yeah, I haven't been around that much. Offline life has gotten in the way.
I'd contact her and make your intentions clear. Be like hey, This is my name, I think your the sister of a friend of mine and I'd really appriciate it if you'd help us get in touch. If you're not her sister, I'm sorry for the mix up.
Or something to that effect.
Dear, the middleclass dont take potshots, not openly. The whole world is their closet.
Tah-Dahh! So happy for you!Thanks everyone, especially Ms Pixie and cleardiamond, for helping me with this issue. My friend and I have been in contact and it's wonderful. I'm so happy.![]()

Hi, Carson, long time no see!
If the others hadn't advised you just as good as, or better than I, I'd have said, go ahead, that's one of the things Facebook is for.
Heh, Stella! The first man I ever had sex with was my first husband, and I hope I don't hear from him.
Last year I tried to get in touch with a Pakistani man whom I'd worked with back in Iran and with whom I'd become good friends. He and I wrote to each other for years after I went back to the states, and once he even came to visit me. But we lost track of each other for a while; and then we connected again, even to the point of IM chatting. That proved problematic since the shank of the business day, which was where he had a computer, was the middle of the night for me. After a while, we lost track of each other again. As a matter of fact a fellow Lit writer named HornyPaki undertook to help me, taking the train down to Lahore, where people looked at him suspiciously because of his Karachi accent, but could not find him either.
Well, I tried Googling him, and--so many Pakistani guys have similar names; if I had a dollar for ever hit there was for his name, I'd never have to worry about money again. Then when Facebook came along I did a search for him. A lot of the guys with his name posted pictures of themselves and I could tell none of them was him.
I hopefully approached the one of them who didn't have a picture, and it wasn't him either. The guy assured me with a lot of hearty LOLs that his mom wasn't even born when my friend was around.
Even Facebook has its limits.