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By Steffi O'Keefe
I'VE always been the kind of woman who pulls back a little when wives get gooey about their husbands. But what's a girl to do when she feels as I do as Dennis O'Keefe 's wife? Every time I tell how Dennis and I met and fell in love I get embarrassed. It seems so ridiculous, so school-girlish. It's something that's not supposed to happen to grown up people. But it's true — and the night we met is the greatest single event in my life.
Richard Greene had invited Dennis to his house to be my blind date. Dennis was supposed to arrive at a certain time, but one hour passed, two hours, and he didn't show up. I thought I'd been stood up when in he came. I took one look at him, fell in love, and said, "This is the man I'm going to marry." Sounds corny? Okay — that's exactly what happened anyway.
Dennis told me later that he was late for a particularly unromantic reason — he had forgotten about the date! He'd been out playing golf and the date had slipped his mind. Then his mother called him and reminded him he was due at Richard's house. Since he was in his golf clothes and had no time to go home he quickly borrowed a friend's suit at the club and arrived looking very baggy and something of a misfit. But he could have appeared in a gunny sack and I'd have felt the same way. A feeling like this happening to me! I never thought it possible.
I can't ever forget that evening. I sat by Dennis on the arm of a big chair all of the time. Richard would try to carry on a conversation with him and there I'd be. Fortunately, Dennis wasn't unhappy that I was so impressed. He felt the same way. As for Richard, he's like a proud father for bringing us together. And he still regards us as his own personal property.
Dennis and I went together — and that's a cloying cliche — for nine .months. There was never any doubt about our getting married. But there was one problem to be settled — and that was the question of my career. I'd been on tour and I'd been doing pictures, so naturally Dennis wanted to know how I felt about my work. One day he said, "Were you planning on going on with your career after we're married?" I'd been waiting for him to ask me that so I quickly blurted out, "Thank you, no." I just wanted to be a wife and a homemaker — and that's still the way I feel. (Please turn to page 64)
It's his completely unselfish consideration for others that endears Dennis O'Keefe to his friends
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