See you on the other side
Oct 22, 2020
5 minutes
Walking towards the local nightclub, I whispered to my friend: ‘Who’s that? I want to chat him up!’
He was a handsome police officer on duty, and his name was Chris.
My friends and I used to call him ‘the copper that looked like Prince Harry’ whenever we spotted him around our hometown of Glenrothes, Scotland.
With a few drinks inside me, I had the confidence to talk to him.
I even complimented him on his luminous yellow police jacket.
Not long after, when I was 19, Chris added me on a social network called Bebo.
‘Oh my gosh!’ I squealed. ‘He’s just messaged me!’
Chris and I made plans to go for a coffee, and I even took my
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