Is it appropriate...?

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.

It's quite all right. It was nice to know she's alive and well-- I don't need anything further from her. :)
 
I got back in touch with my best friend from 5th grade on Facebook. It was so weird - it was just like we'd never lost touch, and now we have three hour "chats" at least every couple of weeks. :)
 
Hey bud... things are -- interesting. *shrug*

Yeah, I haven't been around that much. Offline life has gotten in the way.

What's the old Chinese curse: "May you live in interesting times."

Life does have a way of getting in the way... I go back to class tomorrow so this is my last day of loafing.

Take care of yourself!
 
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.

What she said..
 
Dear, the middleclass dont take potshots, not openly. The whole world is their closet.

If you not middle class, then you are in no position to take potshots are you? Pull your head in before it gets the chop.
 
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. :)
 
Glad it worked out Carson (where have you been hiding???).

I've made contact with a relative I've never met, and the daughter of an old friend. I know there are more people out there I could find. You just have to be very clear as to why you're contacting them. So far, no-one has turned me away.
 
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.
 
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.

Indeed. My friend changing her name stymied me for years. I had to think outside the box. Have you tried searching for your friend by something like the place he lived, or worked?

My story proves that you should never lose hope. I misplaced my friends for nine years and found them. You might just find your cat. :)
 
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