“Scott the Cop” was my first college boyfriend.

Scott (not to be confused with the Scott I’m married to now) and I met at Dillard’s Department store in the mall by the cash register in Ladies’ Active Wear. I was working full-time to pay my way through school and he was earning extra money as a security guard. Every round he made through my department, he’d stop and talk with me — to make sure things were safe, you know. After months of flirting, he…..

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