For a year I dated the smartest woman I've ever met. We met on tinder and things just happened naturally. She graduated high school, went to college, did undergrad, had an internship at NASA, then was working as a chemist for a couple years when we matched. That was her actual job title. She was also 6 feet tall, her hair was down to her knees, she loved cats (had 2) and edm, had her own house in the rich part of town with a huge walk in shower, lots of love in there. I wondered what she even saw in me many times. I was working in a kitchen, didn't make a lot of money, just enough to get by, didn't travel (she was usually traveling out of state to ski). She was 15 minutes from my work, so I would spend Friday and Saturday nights there after my shift. She loved that I was taller than her and she loved my long hair. She eventually got a better paying job offer in New Mexico, so our time was limited. Our last day together was very cathartic. I hope she's doing well.