here’s a dumb question (and slight hijack). How do these sites get their info?
It’s public info, right? So how would I get the info and start one of these websites?
hijacking to mention I just did a search here on my ex, who I’ve been searching for for years. Wow. Now I just need to get brave enough to pay for more information. Definitely don’t want a relationship…other than introducing him to his 17 year old daughter.
I just did a search for myself and I see all my aliases (married names) but oddly they have me listed as 68 years old.
I’m only 35 though!
Further hijacking to say that I’ve now found my daughter’s paternal grandparents using the site Angel of the Lord mentioned then cross-referencing with the white pages site.
I dropped them a few lines this morning, including pictures of their granddaughter. I hope they respond. Better late than never!
indecisive1 did you send off your letter yet?
No. I’m having second thoughts. I also don’t know what the heck I’d say. Maybe just having a clue where he is will be enough stop his weird cameo appearances in my dreams. Next year will be his 30th class reunion, maybe I’ll write to him then.
Wuss!
I have been called a wuss by twickster!
Dear Mr. Common Name,
How are you? I am fine. Well, mostly fine. Well, actually I really wish you’d stop showing up in the distance during a perfectly good dream and messing it all up. You see, it starts out that I’m floating down a nice river or having a lovely walk in the woods and then: There. You. Are. But way far away. I try to wave you down but you don’t see me. You keep walking. And then poof you are gone. And my heart quietly shrieks “Come back, come back, we are not done”.
How do you think that might go over?
You may be able to crash his reunion. I saw a bunch of people at my 30th who graduated in different years than I did. Just show up!
I did this. A little over two years ago, I was bored at work and wanted to look up old friends. I found www.intellius.com, a website that offered a 24-hour pass to look up as many people as you wanted for $25. I knew my mom would love to use it too, so I paid the money and we spent hours looking for people we used to know. One of the people I found was my very favorite ex-boyfriend (the one I dumped because I dated him when I was on a break with the loser I was totally hung up on). I knew it was him because his brothers were listed at the same address.
Well, I thought “There’s no way I can write him. What kind of loser would I look like? Wish I’d found an email address, that would be casual, but writing him an actual letter? I may as well tuck my dress into the back of my pantyhose and walk down Main Street if I want people to pity me.”
But that night I had a dream (really). I dreamed that I wrote him the letter, and that he called me and told me he was thrilled to hear from me. I woke up feeling happy and optimistic, and I decided that if there was even a chance that it may unfold that way, it was worth writing a letter. So I did.
I wrote the truth, that I was looking up old friends, and that I always remembered him fondly, and that I would love to hear how he was doing (I did leave the sexy parts out, even though they were a big part of the fond memories I mentioned). I asked what he was doing with himself, how his family was, if he’d gotten married again, and if he’d had any more kids. I kept it brief, told him that I couldn’t believe it had been twelve years, and told him that I hoped to hear from him.
About a month later (after I’d given up hope) I got an email from him. He was a truck driver now, and single. I’d sent the letter to his dad’s house, which happened to be the place he had all his mail sent and he picked it up there once a month. He’d written me the email the same day he got my letter, he couldn’t have been happier to hear from me, and we ended up having a very satisfying relationship.
I think you should write him. There’s really no reason to be nervous. You don’t HAVE to spill your guts right away, after all. You can keep it casual until you know his situation. It’s an emotional risk, but one that might pay off in a big way!
You rang?
Mike?
I can’t tell if you’re proud or embarrassed.
Niether can I
Heh! Some days I think I’m all done laughing at stuff people say here. 