I look like Luigi Mangione – which puts me in the same league as a

I’m dating a fashion model who’s way out of my league because photographers took photos of me trying to charm myself in Italian spots – all because I looked a bit like Luigi Mangione.

We shared a bottle of white wine at Inatteso, a hidden gem in Battery Park City, and she told me she didn’t believe Mangione was the man who killed UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson.

My date didn’t think the widely circulated photo of a smiling suspect from a New York hotel was actually Mangione — and allow me to assure you it wasn’t me.

Soon we were eating lasagna and having a smooth, flirtatious conversation that avoided any mention of politics. She even laughed when I tried to make a joke and allowed me to tell her my theory about the drone phenomenon in New Jersey.

I realized the date was going really well when I ranted about the “Telepathy Tapes” podcast for 10 minutes and she pretended to be amused. I found myself wondering, maybe like Luigi in prison, “How did I get here?”

It all started after a story post I made on Instagram where I received so many in-person comments about the supposed resemblance — from coworkers, friends, family, bartenders, strangers, fitness buffs , clergy.

Frankly, I didn’t even see it. There must have been dozens of kids I grew up with on Staten Island who bore a striking resemblance to the suspected killer.

“Besides being Italian, I don’t look like a CEO killer,” I wrote in an ugly caption on a half-hearted office selfie. “But thank you for telling me this, a lot of you.”

A few girls and a few guys took the bait and made flirtatious comments – but one woman in DMs I’d briefly spoken to before got right to the point.

“I mean…eyebrows,” the striking model, who has more than 20,000 followers, wrote, adding an eye emoji for emphasis.

I didn’t stay calm, but that didn’t seem to matter.

“The whole country is hungry for Luigi and you’re all going to have a great time,” she implored.

I mentioned that the Washington Post was considering doing a story about my alleged similarity and how it was “popular with women.”

“I volunteered to be part of a social experiment,” she wrote, and the deal was sealed.

We set a date and I even got her to commit to taking photos, although she chose to remain anonymous for the sake of this story – which I thought was fine because I didn’t need any of you other Mangione lookalikes trying to sneak in on her private message.

It was a great date – even the photos say so – and she’s a great girl.

Despite juggling several gigs and constant bookings, she even manages to find time to volunteer as a foster parent to homeless dogs – which is very kind.

Obviously, I guess, I have Mangione to thank for putting some stardust in my eyes.

We had a second date – one without cameras.