Dating a Professional Wrestler

A Smart Girl's Guide: Reading This is Easier Than Figuring it Out Yourself

Professional wrestling. It's not something I was ever truly interested in or excited about; I would just watch with boyfriends and boys who were friends because it was something to do. If you had told me 15 years ago that I'd be dating a professional wrestler and, now, engaged to marry a professional wrestler at the age of 30, I'd have laughed at you. Somehow though, that's exactly what has happened. I'm engaged to a professional wrestler.

I had no idea when I met my fiance that he was a professional wrestler. At that time, he was a punk rock kid in a band. When I discovered - a couple of weeks after we'd met - that he was also a pro wrestler, I was skeptical...and not all that impressed. That impression would soon change.

I had been to pro wrestling shows before, of course, at Madison Square Garden and the like. The world of indy wrestling, however, is completely different. The way I have always described indy wrestling to anyone who asks is: "It's like the AAA in baseball - but for wrestling." This is where the superstars start out, cut their teeth, learn their craft, and hone their skills. This is also where others who aspire to be superstars will have their dreams shattered. It's rough, it's raw, and it's not for the weak at heart, but if your wrestler succeeds, the rewards are wonderful.

The first thing you need to know when dating a professional wrestler is that it's not fake. You read that correctly - NOT FAKE. Pre-determined, yes. Fake, no. Professional wrestlers get hurt, just like any other athlete, and if you're dating a professional wrestler, and you're going to go to your guy's shows to watch him perform, you will need to learn how to distinguish the difference between when he's selling for the crowd and when he's truly injured. Otherwise, you'll freak out every time he gets hit, or jumped on, or thrown over the top rope. Eventually, you get the hang of it. I've been with my professional wrestler for 11 years, and sometimes I'm still fooled into believing he's really hurt when he's not, or thinking he's not when he very much is.