Shortie Pie Part 2

Continued from Shortie Pie  Part One:

http://datingmrmaybe.blogspot.com/2016/06/shortie-pie-part-1.html

I'm not ready to give up on this man, simply because he's legs are lacking length.   I like him and he is gaga about me, and I can see potential for a good relationship--shortness and all.  We talk on the phone and exchange texts.  He's easy going, kind and a bit passive--the peace and love type.  Our next date is dinner and a movie.  Thoughtfully, he offered several choices of movies and theaters.  Such a sweetheart, he is just so nice, maybe too nice.  All goes well and we continue our courtship.  When we are sitting down, my heart is going pitter pat....and it's not so bad when we are standing.  

I invite him to attend a family party Saturday night.  That's a huge step to the next level, as I rarely invite a man to family functions.  He has to be really special for me to suffer the ensuing speculation that comes with the introduction.  "He seems nice.  Do you really like him?" "She brought some guy to the party she met online."  "So, what did you think of the man she brought?  Did you find out anything about him?"  

Shortie Pie picks me up for the first time (I'm a bit old fashioned.  Okay cautious.) bouquet of flowers in hand.  I gush over the flowers and he's very pleased with his gift and my response.  He has a nice bottle of wine for the host--generous, as well as sweet.  At the party, he sticks close to me in the sea of strangers, attentive and agreeable...kind of a puppy dog following me.  Whatever I want is fine with him.  I ask if he wants to leave and he says, "whenever you want."   He offers little to the conversations, just smiles and laughs at my responses.  Is it possible to be too nice?   

In the days that follow, he sends a flurry of mushy texts and calls to tell me he is thinking about me, he wants to see me soon, he is so thrilled to have met me, he is very happy, etc.  I'm on a super sweet man's pedestal and it doesn't feel good.  My halo will fade and I'll fall off the pedestal with a thud and disappoint this open-hearted, loving cutie pie.  I can't take the pressure to be perfect and I know in my heart I'm not feeling the magic.  I need a man that makes me feel safe and secure, a he-man, if not in stature, in decisiveness and confidence.  Women are attracted to the strength of the protector/provider, even if it doesn't look that way sometimes.  

After a couple of days of not responding, I think I'd better say something.  So, I text a photo of the flowers he had given me 3 days earlier, "The flowers are just lovely and they smell wonderful."    Shortie Pie texts back that he is using the flower photo as his screen saver "to remind him of us".  A man secure in his masculinity is good, but a man with flowers for a screen saver is too much.  

It IS possible to be too nice.   I let Shortie Pie down gently.