Male Adoptee, born 12/23/1969, UIC, Chicago... please read both of my posts.

I want anyone who's reading this who thinks that they might have a connection to me to know that I'm neither upset or bitter about having been put up for adoption. I was adopted into a loving family who I'm very close to. I just feel that there's a part of me that's missing. They say that the nuts don't fall too far from the tree. I kind of believe that, having grown up in a family where everyone was related except for me and I was significantly different than everyone else. One of the main events that made me start this was the birth of my son three months ago. (I have a daughter who's almost four. She was born a little early and had to spend a few days in the hospital and she was also my first, so for some reason I didn't become very reflective. She's fine now). I remember seeing him and holding him and taking him home a little more than a day after he was born and then thinking to myself how hard it must have been for my mother to have given me up 41 years earlier. I respect and admire both of my natural parents for having made the best decision at the time. If all you want to do is exchange a few emails then that's fine. I'm not into trying to make this into something that it can't be. I have parents and a family that love me, but I would also like to try to establish connections with my first family. I am very grateful for what you did, and I'm sure that you've gotta at least be a little curious about me! p.s. I live in the far NW subs of Chicago, I "work" for the government, I have a B.A. in Poli Sci that I've never put to use (I don't know what it's good for anyway), I hate fish, I have blue eyes and I play the guitar. Although these posts are kind of serious sounding I'm pretty easy-going and I have a fairly decent sense of humor. I'm interested in hearing from any member of my natural family, but especially my birth mother and/or father.