Out of my league, what does that mean? True that I won’t fit into his million dollar lifestyle. I’m not even a high class woman with a three hundred dollar haircut. I will fall off the yacht, trip over my dress, and spill a fifty dollar glass of wine. And I just know I’ll be walking the mansion night and day looking for my smokes. “I think I left them in the east wing.”
I will never be in “that league”, true.
More important is who is in MY league. Do you work? Do you care? Will you go and buy feminine products for me?