I was playing cash the other night, and someone at the table told me they had read my blog (thinly veiled brag?) and asked how long I'd been a pro. Feeling like I'd been caught red handed, I answered, then a few hands later admitted that I felt dumb whenever it came up at the table because I feared that it made me look arrogant. This changed the table's mood from on-edge (after the dude's initial inquiry) to inquisitive.
Then I switched the convo on to what everyone else did for a living, and focused on the interesting aspects of their jobs. Overall, it went better for me than any other time I've been outed, and I capitalized on the people not wanting to play against me with a laggier style.