Looking for Tom Coates…

I’m not the Tom Coates that likes curling, swimming or hunting (although he’s kinda cute), nor am I the Tom Coates that is married to Judith. The most spooky part of this whole process is that I’ve seen both of these sites before. And it wasn’t on a vanity hunt for mentions of myself on the net.

My mother and father split when I was two years old for a variety of reasons. The last time I saw him was when I was four, and I don’t really remember much about him, except him buying me a present and giving it to me on the doorstep. I haven’t heard from him since that time, although my mother was contacted by him when I was six or seven. But since then, nothing. Not a word. His name was Thomas John Coates, and he’d be in his early sixties now. He worked in computers, and every so often I go online and try to see if I can figure out where he might be, if indeed he’s still alive. I don’t know that I want to meet him, but I’d be interested in knowing more about him. So if you get bored, look around for other Tom Coateses – and if you find him, let me know.