Why I hate the middle

The first few days and or weeks of a new possible relationship are fun. All the heart fluttering, all the day dreams, all the wondering and oh the warm and fuzzy feelings. You're high, he's perfect and all is right with the world. If it all works the way you wish it to, the ending stages are pretty nice too. The commitment, the safety, the friendship all mesh together to make two people into a solid couple for as long as that lasts...possibly forever. Its comfortable and profitable and interesting. You know what I hate? It's that middle part. The part where you know that what you know about a person you genuinely like, but you wonder if he has you snowed. You wonder if he likes you as much as you like him. You wonder if he's just trying to get in your pants, or just passing time until something better comes along. You sit around second guessing everything you've said (was it right or appropriate or bound to scare him away?) and what he said (and just what did he really mean by that?). When he looks at a girl is it just being human (she was just there and he notices) or is it window shopping? You wonder if each time you express an opinion...is it the death knell to this whatever you call it because that just happens to be the one opinion or belief he can't live with...and...if it is something trivial to you....just WHY is it that you are worried in the first place? Every time he discusses his future, is he doing it to genuinely discuss his goals and possibly include you...or is he doing it to lead you astray? I hate the part where you wonder...am I calling or writing too much? Am I expecting too much from this person? Is my jealousy reasonable? Are we exclusive yet? How will I know without asking and is it even safe to ask? What does he think of my looks? What does he think of my lifestyle? Could he ever love me the way I need and want to be loved? And if he CAN, will he do so? And you wonder, is he even worth all this trouble? In the middle stage, you do not know the answer of course, so it's aggravating in and of itself. I try of course to not worry so much, to take my time and enjoy things, but it's like bungee jumping. I don't like it and it could end in disaster. Of course I could skip this stage, but I've done that much too often and it's like bungee jumping without the bungee cord. It always turns out bad. It's enough to make you want to eat about 9 gallons of icecream. But you can't do that either.