Oddity Central: Three decades after locking eyes with the woman of his dreams, a British man is finally trying to track her down. It was in 1986 that Vernon Burton briefly glanced at a beautiful woman while traveling on a double-decker bus in the New Forest area of southern England. Most people would forget such a fleeting encounter, but Burton never quite managed to put the mystery woman out of his mind and is now looking for her everywhere.
Vernon, aged 62, was born and grew up in Hythe, a small town on the south coast of Kent. He moved to Canada in the 1970s for work but briefly returned to the UK in 1986 for a holiday. He boarded the top deck of a Solent Blue Line bus from Mousehole Lane to Southampton city center, which is when he made eye contact with a woman on the top deck of another bus headed in the opposite direction.
“For some reason I looked back at that other bus and saw a woman looking back at me,” MORE
SNIP: Good luck to you, hun. The way things are going, she could be a dude right now. But YES!!! You keep on trying!
*A Carpenters song plays*
Sucker.
Found her
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I hope he finds her.
Some good news would be nice in the world.
Ahhh, you should have made your move then bub. Now? 30 years later? Get over it-sounds a bit creepy to me.
Maybe he’ll bromance her husband.
This ol’ boy’s rope don’t quiet reach the dock.
Looney Limey
I was on a boat tour of Charleston Harbor in the mid 90’s. A young woman wearing a long loose skirt was on the port, topside deck just forward of midship.
The wind revealed bikini panties with broad blue and white stripes. For several seconds.
I’m not looking for her, I just want to say, Thanks!
I wonder how many old, broke single gals will show up, claiming to be “the one”. Maybe that what he’s counting on.
Ya never know about people…
🙂
I wonder time he’s tossed his salad, thinking of that moment.
“Good luck to you, hun. The way things are going, she could be a dude right now. But YES!!! You keep on trying!”
I was gonna say she could be fat and ugly after thirty years, but your scenario shows much more imagination, MJA!
Moxie Man, a word please. I’m definitely not the one assigns phrases, but the ‘tossing salad’ thing is not masturbation.
You might not even want to look it up.
Lowell, you definitely know the lingus – uh, I mean, – lingo.
;P
He had his chance and he blew it. It’s a little late to be looking in a hay stack for a needle.
Wait. I think that was me! Yes, I remember it now.
Sounds like the Soylent Blue Cheese slid off his cracker thirty years ago…
Lowell, you win best comment award for this post. And yes, I owe thanks to many nameless females, too.
😉
Good Lord. I deal with these insanities all day long in Family Court and then read about them when I get home.
Recently I got an inquiry from a woman who had a child support order dating back to the early 1950s. This was before New York State Family Coury was even created (the order would have been entered by the New York City Domestic Relations Court, one of New York City Family Court’s precursor entities), and also before the creation of the New York State Unified Court System’s computerized database. The payor had apparently stopped paying the order around 1960, and the lady wanted the court to enforce the arrears. She had the absolute right to file such a petition, as the law has no statute of limitations on enforcement of child support arrears. She no longer had a copy of the order, and I needed a docket number to generate the enforcement petition.
I spent a good 2-3 hours calling around to find out where the order was archived. I was unable to find a single person in the system who knew where orders from that era were stored. This is perhaps not surprising, since I’m sure every last person who handled that file is now either deceased or retired. Ergo, I could not file the lady’s petition for her.
I wish this man luck, but I really do believe that there is such a thing as being too late to the party, or getting to the station after the train has already left.