Well, I've done it again

I've gotten myself into a relationship. And I'll probably wind up hurt. He seems like a great guy, and Saturday, when we first met (I'll count that, since I'd known him in passing in the past, but we'd never really spoken) we had great conversation and got along really well. Then, Monday night (I finally worked out the time frame in my head again) all we did was basically make out. The same for Yesterday, and today, well, he paid me some attention, and he wasn't feeling well, but I feel like I was just there, not anything new and fascinating, like I feel it should be when you first start going out. He doesn't seem very interested in getting to know me. And that worries me. Yes, the making out was great, and that's fine, I don't mind that, but it'd be nice to Matter to someone, you know? And I worry that I won't matter, that he only likes me because I'm the first girl he's met since he got back to the Carolina's who was interested. He's good looking, he could do better than me in the looks department. We have things in common, we believe in the same political goals, and just differ on how to accomplish them (less government interferenece in lives of citizens, civil liberties, I go at it from a Liberal (yes, as in Liberal Party) stand point, he goes at if as a Conservative Republican). We like the same weapons, have some similar interests and reading lists. Similar libidos, that's for sure.

*Sigh* I just need to hang tight and see how things develope. I'm wanting too much, too quick, and am being typical uncertain Me. Perhaps I should put on the confident me act, the one that was so natural on Saturday. Why, since then, have I been so uncertain? Who knows...