Eyewitnesses and close sources confirm that I have successfully secured a relationship with a woman universally regarded as being out of my league. Experts and romantics alike are baffled by the phenomenon, calling it “an elite display of finesse, comedic excellence, and undeniable style.” Reports suggest that while I may not possess traditional cover-model features, my unparalleled sense of humor—ranging from sarcastic genius to chaotic dad-joke energy—acted as the primary motive of seduction. One insider claimed, “He’s not just funny, he’s the type of dude to make your abs sore the next day after seeing him because you laugh so hard” Though many in the comments section insist I look like “a more attractive version of Jacob Elordi,” I remain grounded and humble. “Chill,” I tell them, brushing the compliments aside with grace and a slight smirk. Many are comparing the situation to the 2016 NBA Finals—when the Cleveland Cavaliers came back from a 3–1 deficit to win the championship. “He really pulled a LeBron,” one comment wrote. “Historic.”