No worries man, it'll happen when it's meant to. My wife and I went to different high schools entirely and I was a hick (am!) and she was a cheerleader. Poor girl didn't know what she was in for when she agreed to date and then marry me, lol! You find the right person, they could care less what brand your clothes are or what's in your wallet. I got lucky and tell her everyday how much I appreciate her. Two things: Happy wife, happy life! And the hick in me loves this one: Treat a woman like a Thoroughbred and she'll never be a nag! Hahahahahahaha!Words to live by...