Yeah, that's my guess. On the couple times I met him, he didn't strike me as overendowed with self-confidence. Still, I thought he could stand being called out on some shitty behaviour (i.e. flouncing) without having a complete meltdown. Oh well.

Who could've been talking to you about me with affection? The mind staggers. You, on the other hand, were a mysterious object of fascination for months before I was finally drawn into your orbit.