He had 43 yacht photos but couldn’t show a single friend in real life.

I met him and his entire personality is “luxury,” but the math is not mathing. His Instagram is yachts, watches, sunsets, and captions like “manifesting abundance.” In person, he asked if I could spot him $12 for parking because “his card is acting weird.” Then he started talking about “generational wealth” while eating my fries like he’s inheriting them. I asked about his friends. He said, “I keep my circle small.” Small where? Because there’s nobody in it. If a man has 43 yacht photos and zero evidence of a best friend, a cousin, or a coworker… that’s not a lifestyle. That’s a slideshow.