Hi. It’s me. The problem.
I’m a lawyer, which means I spend my days carefully choosing words and my evenings insisting I’m “not really that competitive.” This is untrue, especially when golf is involved. I play to a scratch handicap, which I’m told is very impressive, though I usually describe it as “having a good day.”
I’ve been fortunate in my career, my finances, and—somehow—my looks. This has led to an ongoing internal conflict where I try very hard to stay humble while life keeps handing me suspiciously generous outcomes. Please know that I am deeply grateful and only mildly aware of how annoying this can be.
I enjoy nice things but don’t make a big deal about them. I drive reasonable cars, drink reasonable wine, and live a reasonable life that is, on paper, wildly unreasonable. If any of this comes up, I will quickly change the subject and ask about your weekend.
At my core, I’m just a regular guy who happened to check a few too many boxes and is doing his best not to mention it. If you’re looking for flaws, you’ll have to dig—preferably while I’m politely pretending not to notice.
