Thisis, I just wanted to put this here, this is a story from the last time I was involved with anybody before dating my husband. It's not intended as anything other than an illustration of why it pays to be real.
39 year old me, 27 year old him. Whenever I saw him he would be all shy and eyelash fluttery. Gorgeous. On occasion he would be "so shy" he would have to get his friends to speak for him (I thought that was so endearing). Later I read that this is a tactic straight from the Player Bible. Get your player friends to make him seem shy and vulnerable. Anyhow, I never really went out of my way to talk to him, that seemed to be red rag to a bull, I did have some sense left in the part of my reptilian brain. I'm fairly good looking, or I was more so then, before the 2 years of physical and mental breakdown that got triggered by this man. I'm good now, really good. Glad he triggered it for me, I saw it as an opportunity to really see myself, which was hard as I got fired from my job because I was exhausted and got caught sleeping under the stairwell after months and months of insomnia. Good times.
But anyway, back to the story, before I met him I'd done responsibility and long term relationships and I was all out to say yes to opportunities. I got fucked over by so many people with that outlook, today it is more balanced, trust first, yes later.
I was out at a house party and I could see he "liked me" and a couple of gins later I made the first move by going over there, he looked overjoyed (his tactic worked). After we had kissed, and had a really nice chat, on the dance floor he pulled my hair at the nape of my neck so far down my back it hurt. So much for mister shy guy, then he followed me home and when I wouldn't let him in he sulked and then stalked my house for weeks. I hadn't slept with him and he seemed to take offence at that, later on in our small village I heard gossip that basically said (sorry if this offends) that I was "very tight for an old boiler". I see him around a lot, he smirks at me.
So, I'm just saying, the smiles and all-politeness were fake. What someone seems to you does not always represent who they are. He seemed to put me on a pedestal (your words about this guy in your situation), seemed so shy and self effacing, it was a mask for a predator. I made the first move on him though, I walked right into that crap. Never ever again I swore.