Brag to Boredom

I had a guy come over the other night to measure my antique desk so that he can install a computer keyboard tray table for me. For some reason, he thinks he is hot just because he is a "jack of all trades" - knows carpentry, how to fix cars, plays rock and classical guitar, you name it he's done it, blah blah blah. But he works at Staples...ok. He just felt the need to brag about his 'fabulous' life and background when I could care less and all of his needless bragging spells I-N-S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y in capital blaring letters to me. Yawn...
Men, please don't feel the need to tell us every 'wonderful' thing about you within the first 10 minutes of meeting you because after that, it's all downhill, and we might not be at all interested in you anyway. Oooo, ouch - sorry...