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I don’t consider a woman “out of my league,” as in she’s way up there and I’m way down here. It’s not even a breakdown of a literal league, she’s in the majors, while I’m in Single A. It is much more about different leagues. The super model is playing football while I am in baseball. She wouldn’t know the first thing about my league. I might enjoy teaching her for a while but she really has her own life, a life that is alien to me as mine is to hers. There would be no likely connection that would make a relationship last.

Angelina Jolie is amazing but I bet she doesn’t play D&D, softball, or read Sci-Fi in a life laced with the Bible. I don’t act or direct in movies or have kids. A few laughs might be had, but we really are not in each other’s leagues. And she is married.

I know this is true because my girlfriend is way out of my league by cultural standards. She is at the very top of her profession, one of the best in the world at what she does. I am, well you know what I am. We have met as people do, and then more and more of our stuff clicked – no matter my massive baggage. This mature, stable woman can handle me and I her.