My mate recently joked how January is the best time of year to “bat out of your league” with women.(He says hotties are more likely to settle in miserable weather.)It was terrible banter, but it made me realize this: I'm a 5'9” slaphead with facial scars and crow's feet, but it won't ever cross my mind that a woman might be “out of my league.”With a bit of work, you shouldn't ever feel this way either.Let's get this straight: this is no self-serving, pretentious piece proclaiming my alluring charm and dashing good looks. I still struggle with my body image issues and self-esteem just like many others do.But I've realized how a iterating simple phrase can become a concept that we really buy into and believe -- we contribute to damaging our self-perception.Of course, I finally stop lying to myself and acknowledge the guy is a complete fucking douchebag through whom I'm seeking approval (ladies, I know some of you hear me). You get to experience a fleeting sense of validation that you’ve been accepted into a virtual cool-kids club and someone thinks you’re good enough.
If you don’t think “leagues” exist, just check your Tinder matches.A lot of people would like to think the the phrase “she/he is out of my league” is just a phrase. And apps like Tinder can provide evidence for this. Make an honest assessment of their average attractiveness. Tinder (and the like) have created an organic marketplace where different tiers of hotness exist.Everyone using it has a certain level of attractiveness that they will swipe right on.When analyzing the potential compatibility between ourselves and a suitor, oftentimes, the "he's out of my league" excuse comes into play.He (or she) is too tall, too attractive, too smart, too funny, too ambitious or just too plain awesome to be interested in you, right? I've come to the realization that no one is truly "out of my league," and here's why.