I had a similar problem in reverse when I was fancying Mr Overall from afar. In order to impress him I pretended to be a plain, ordinary person with a boring job and didn't let on that I was a fantastically rich supermodel with a jet set lifestyle. I hid the Porsche & Ferrari in a friends garage and borrowed a Ford Escort. I kept quiet about the yacht, champagne, famous film star friends, gourmet food and my numerous homes in New York, Bermuda, Majorca and Perth.
The one thing we had in common was our love of old kid's programmes....particularly Jackanory