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It was nighttime on the 1st of May, 1987. I was a sophomore at Memphis State University, affectionately known as “Tiger High”. I walked with some girlfriends to Highland Street Pub where we could sit outside on the patio and drink $3 pitchers of beer until 2 am. I had brought a disposable camera to snap photos of my college friends. Then I saw him… a strikingly beautiful man. I swear I fell in love at first sight. I moved closer to him and snapped his picture. He came over to talk to me. He wanted that picture. He wanted my