My mom taught me how to treat women. She taught me that they were to be treated like princesses. Well I wish someone would tell me what the hell a man is suppose to be treated like. I wish I could just crawl into his brain and see what he likes. I wish that we had been together longer, before this day rolled around. I’m at a complete loss. I’ve already sent him just about every flower that’s ever been grown. I’ve sent him candy and jewelry. Everything that you would send to a girl on her birthday. I just know in my heart, though, that’s it not enough. My Matt is special, and he deserves a special present on his birthday.

I’ve asked him about a hundred times what he wants, and every time it’s always the same answer. “Baby all I want is you.” That seems to be the one thing I can’t give him. I hadn’t counted on falling in love. Especially with Matthew Moore Hardy. I wouldn’t even be in this dilemma, if it wasn’t for his brother. Jeff invited a bunch of the guys from TNA to his birthday party in late August. That’s where I met the man of my dreams. I’ve been into guys for a while now, but when I actually got to sit down and talk to Matt, it was love a first.... conversation, I guess.

Chris told me I was stupid for getting involved with someone that was just getting out of a relationship. He spouted off something about the rebound and said it would end in heartbreak. Well I hate to tell my tag partner and best friend, one Mr. Chris Harris, but so far we’re going strong. Sure Matt has some emotional baggage that we’re trying to work through, but hell, unless you date an infant, everyone is going to have something in their past they need to overcome. That obstacle for Matt is his ex-boyfriend, Adam Fucking Copeland. The lying cheating jack ass. You see, everyone thinks that it’s Amy that broke Matt’s heart. WRONG! It was that fucker Adam. Not a day goes by that I don’t want to kill him for what he did to my Matt.

I’m getting off track here. I need to think of something to get Matt for his birthday. I can’t even ask his brother, because he’s in North Carolina right now, celebrating with my man. I would give anything to be there with him right now, but Chris and I were booked for this show three months ago. That’s why my body is sitting backstage in some gym in New Jersey, but my heart, mind, and soul are in North Carolina. In my mind I’m sitting right next to him.

“JAMES! JAMES!” Oh great it’s Chris. He just came bolting into the room and he sounds frantic. “Listen to this man. I was going through some music websites on my laptop and I found this song. You’re gonna love it.” He slams a pair of headphones on my ears and hits play on his CD player.

He came walking out of that Texaco
George Strait blaring out of his Silverado
A fish hook on the bill of his baseball cap
God it’s good to see a man like that, It takes me back
Cause there’s just something, You know the type
A southern boy sweet as the jasmine on a hot thick summer night
Kisses that linger a long long time
Long after their gone, they stay on my mind
Someone my daddy would’ve liked
The Carolina kind
I’ve fallen for a city boy or two
I’ve been held in the arms of an Armani suit
But I’ve come to learn that that ain’t me
No just give me a long haired country boy, in his ripped up jeans
Cause there’s just something, you know the type
A southern boy sweet as the jasmine on a hot thick summer night
Kisses that linger a long long time
Long after their gone, they stay on my mind
Someone my daddy would’ve liked
The Carolina Kind
Yeah I wanna hang out on a tailgate, on a Saturday night
I wanna whisper that I can’t wait, to the man I can’t deny
There’s just something, you know the type
A southern boy sweet as the jasmine on a hot summer night
Oh those kisses last a long long time
Long after their gone, they stay on my mind
Someone my daddy would've liked
Ooh as gentle as a warm breeze, whisperin’ through the pines
That’s the Carolina kind,

I couldn’t believe my ears. There it was, my whole feeling about Matt wrapped up in one perfect song. I yanked the player out of Chris’s hand, and probably listened to the song a dozen times. After about the tenth time, though, I had an idea. I put the song on my laptop and sent it to Matt. I called him and told him to check his e-mail.

I listened to the song with him, and heard something that literally took my breath away. A sniffle. My Matt was crying. I felt horrible. I thought it would feel great, being able to tell him that this is the way I felt about him, but he was crying. How could I feel great with my baby crying? Then he said something that would’ve knocked me on my ass, it I wasn’t already sitting on it. “I love you James. This is the best present anyone has ever given me.” I was speechless. Matt Hardy said he loved me. Me, James Storm. After several minutes of silence I told him that I loved him too. We talked until I had to go to work. I guess I was able to give him me for his birthday after all. I also know the song was right too. There’s just something about the Carolina kind.