The Butter To My Bread

My cute friend Ginny has inspired me to write about my other half, the better half of me. I love Keith with all my heart. Here are a few things I never want to forget about him.

How We Met
Keith and I met the spring of 1997 at the Holiday Inn in Taunton. I had asked his friend Marco to escort me to my fraternity's (Tau Alpha Kappa) spring ball. My friend and fraternity sister, Jen, had also asked Marco to escort her. Since he had already agreed to go with me, he suggested that she ask their good friend Keith to escort her. I had been friends with Marco for almost two year, but had never met Keith.

The night of the ball we all sat at the same table. I remember vividly the feeling I had when I saw Keith. He was handsome. His eyes caught me first, beautifully brown.

He was funny and charming. And when he smiled his dimple appeared. At one point he borrowed my emerald ring to do a fake proposal to Jen, which most of the people believed to be real. Then two of us separated from out dates and went outside. There was a tour bus outside and Keith hopped on like he was part of the group. The tour bus was full of older folks who were not quite amused by his humor.

Then it happened, our first kiss! I remember it was not a serious kiss. Nor was it romantic. In fact I think it was still part of the fun he was having with the older folks on the bus. It was a short little peck.

After that Keith approached Marco and asked if they could swap dates. And as you can probably guess Marco agreed to the swap. The rest of the night Keith and I did a lot of flirting.

Two Weeks Later
By the time graduation came Keith and I were head over heals in love and pretty much inseparable. We had even gone to NYC on the fly with Marco and John. We sat inside the cab of John's pick-up. it was so uncomfortable and looking back unsafe. But we had a blast.

Keith and I After Returning From NYC

Graduation was the first time my mother and Keith met each other. After graduation I moved back home with my parents. Since I had a full-time job managing the Burger King in Bridgewater I was looking for an apartment in that area. My friend Alan and I had talked about moving in together. When I mentioned it to Keith he was concerned about me moving in with another man, even though he knew Alan and I were just friends. During the summer I was asked to transferred to the Yarmouth Burger King to help them close the restaurant (for good). Keith and I would meet late at night at the Sagamore Bridge a couple of time. And he even surprised me one night I was working. He came bearing an orange rose. Keith was so romantic.

By the end of the summer Keith and I decided we would get an apartment together in Weymouth. We lived at 123 Gaslight Village, Apatment 4. We were in love and so happy. We loved seeing each other everyday. And I tried so hard to show him I could keep a nice house and cook nice meals.

The Proposal
One weekend Keith surprised me with a trip to NYC. We took one of the smallest planes ever. We visited most of the big attactions and had a nice dinner in Little Italy. The next day we were going to wake up early and try to get on the Today Show. That never happened, since we overslept. We instead took the ferry to the Statue of Liberty. We climed the stairs all the way to the crown. When we got to the crown to look out, it flet like the whole statue was swaying back and forth. I told him that needed to go back down. At the base Keith and I walked around a bit. There seemed to be something wrong, Keith was looking around . I couldn't tell if he was looking for something or what. He asked me to sit down and I did. Then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I said something unromantic like "of course!" We then took the ferry back to the hotel so I could call my family.