“He’s giving a talk at the Apple store in Ginza next week,” I say. It’s starting to bug me how much John downplays his career. “I’m a coder,” he says when someone asks what he does for a living, as if he were a junior web dev instead of the founder of a rapidly growing start-up. Maybe I’m being sucked into power-couple fantasies, or maybe there’s just something about his refusal to cop to being successful that makes me feel alone in this new life. Maybe it’s the innate male confidence that eats at me. He doesn’t need to puff himself up, because no one’s invested in tearing him down. Whatever the reason, I wish he’d knock it off.