Oh, boy. What have I gotten myself into now? Is it already 1:30? I check my watch. Yup, it's time. In about one hour I will be a married man. Crap. There goes my freedom, my money, and yes—my sanity. They're all out the door now. What the hell am I doing? Do I really wanna get married now? I mean, the relationship was fine the way it was if you ask me. I don't see the point in getting married; we already act like an old married couple. Why do we need some document to make it official? We both love each other. That's the important thing, right?
"Sean!"
"I'm coming! Just let me fix my tie!"
I look in the mirror and adjust my blue and black striped tie—his choice, not mine. He says I always look good in blue—something about my skin coloring. Yup, that's my baby. He's always so worried with how we look in public. He says we have an image to uphold—we're in the public eye after all. I tried explaining to him once that the public could care less about what wrestlers wear. Good God, we come out in tiny little tights day after day, week after week—anything we wear besides them is an improvement. I have to admit though, that the tie does look good on me. If it had been up to me, I would have just picked a plain black tie.
"Sean O'Haire, get your ass out here! My brother is waiting for you!"
"I'm coming, Matt. He's waited this long to get married—a few more minutes won't kill him."
"No, but he might kill YOU if you don't hurry up!"
I chuckle softly. Matt's right—my baby will kill me if I don't get out there soon. He's not the most patient of people. He's been waiting two months for this and he's ready. But, am I ready? I really don't know. I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him, but do I want to actually have it down in writing? What if something happens and he leaves me? What if he decides he doesn't really love me and finds someone else? What if I leave him? What if we're not really in love? What if we're making a mistake? What if , what if, what if…I swear I'm so fucking nervous right now! Jeff is probably standing out there, totally calm and sure of himself. He's not having second thoughts, I guarantee it.
"Sean, if you don't get your steroid-induced muscular ass out here right now, I swear I'm gonna—"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
I take once last look in the mirror and open the door. Well, here goes nothing! Just one more question—is it going to be Sean O'Haire Hardy or Jeff Hardy O'Haire?
