His name is Keith. I met him off of myspace in Oct 2003. This is just about the time that myspace came out. He lived a couple neighborhoods over and we had a lot of mutual friends. He gave me his number after flirting over the internet for a couple of months. I've never had a problem calling people, I usually have a lot to say. For some reason I was so nervous calling him for the first time. I called , he was sitting around with his dad watching an Eagles game. Go Birds!
He came over a couple of nights later and watched a couple movies with me. We talked ... got to know each other. I liked him, but I was 20 and didn't feel it was a good age for me to settle with just one person. I wasn't sleeping around or anything.. just meeting people around and maybe being some what of a kissing slut.

We hung out for weeks... I was working back and forth in New York... so I'd come home late in the early morning some times.. He would come over watch TV and lay with me till we fell a sleep. For weeks he had been asking me out, telling me he's never met anyone like me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. I'm to young and we have a good thing going.. we kiss, we enjoy each other... going 'out' will just change that or complicate things. About a month after hanging out he brought me to his friends house to hang out and meet some of his bestest. We had a good night, I like his friends. I liked him. He was so different, not so much as the 'type' I usually go for, but he had his own style and this sweetness about him that I couldn't deny. That night I slept with him. We got home from hanging out with his friends, we smoked a bowl and put on some music and just started talking and kinda making out. I woke up the next morning after the best sex and sleep I have ever had. His arms around me... I turn over and I tell him "I'm your girlfriend." After the night we had... how could I not be with this guy? Well that's how we met and how we started anyway...

We broke up about 4 months later. I was getting ready to turn 21 in April and didn't know if I'd want a boyfriend now that I can go party all night at bars.. I dunno. I was a dummy. 4 months later it's August and I realized that I'm an asshole and couldn't go to the bars and meet people because I'm in love. I called him one night in August and told him he should come hang out down the shore with me and some friends... we were already down there. He drove up that night. Later we go to the boardwalk and talk. I tell him how I feel and how I was sorry. We were happy and great for about another 4 months... I don't know what happened but we fought and things were just different. This happened a couple times. I think we've broken up a total or 3 times. You know... we're young. Who wants to be fighting when there is so much fun to be had.
Everytime that we parted though it wasn't long before we just HAD to see each other. Something always brought us back together. We've been good for the last 2 and a half years now. Lived together for one a half years.

Is it possible to fall more in love? He fits me so well. I was some what spoiled growing up. (not to be confused with a spoiled brat, because I was not one of them) However I did know what I wanted and did know how to get it. He fits me well, and though he doesn't always cave into me... he has this way of making me feel OK about my spoiledness.

This guy has O blood type... if you don't know he is able to donate to both A and B blood types... Red Cross hunts these people down because there blood can help so many people. Keith says " I have blood. There is pretty much nothing I can do with it myself. Why wouldn't I give it to people who can really use it" Agreed. He religiously donates his blood. Once a month he's at red cross. About 2 years ago he started growing his hair out. At first I thought he was just being a lazy sloth..haha. Not the case at all. His mom's boss's wife was diagnosed with cancer of some type... this kinda hit him. He has nice hair, he has healthy hair, think hair, hair that any girl would love. So now his hair is just as long as mine (just below the shoulders). It's becoming spring and he's about ready to pass his hair on to someone who could use it more then him.

This is why I love him. He might not be able to save the world, but he's so kind and always does what he can to make his own difference.
I know that every couple has their problems. I know that nothing is perfect. I know that no one is perfect. I know that him and I will always work though. I know that we both have so much love for each other that we will always be able to talk and work anything out. I know that when we do fight we both walk out of the situation learning something about and from the other.

I'm proud that this man will be the father of my baby. I proud to know that this man will always do whatever he can to provide and make us happy.

I  my pook :0)

I'd like to go on some more about him... but I will at a later date.