Out of my league, and into another sport

As I’m checking my Facebook, I see someone commenting on a friend’s last post of a photoshoot he did. I had also commented since I was at the shoot. I click on the profile because the name peaks my interest. It’s one of those names that almost sounds fake.

When I click through some of the images, the face becomes familiar. I’ve seen it on a dating site and I wrote a note (a while back). Clicking through a few more of B’s photos, I realize nothing will ever happen between us. Not only is B out of my league, but plays in another sport altogether.

Turns out, B is also an underwear model. Strange. All of the images on the dating site are cropped and fully-clothed; the Facebook ones are not. To make matters worse, B is also in medical school, graduating in 2011. It’s bad enough to personify a wet dream, but being smart can bruise even the strongest of egos.

Of course, that’s not to say there isn’t a chance for us to walk down the aisle. Until then, I'm going to have to learn to play whatever game it is to be on the same team.