Love Cultist

Once again, things have gone all pear-shaped, as the Brits say.  That other guy mentioned in my previous post got the jump on things, and now they're dating.  Personally, I blame my old nemesis geography for this.  It's a little tougher to make the first move when you're living in the next town over.  Because she was honest with me, which I greatly appreciated, I realized what was happening, so I sent her a message to see if she was still sure about the meetup, and quietly went to pieces, as is my long-standing habit.  Luckily, despite all of this, she actually still wants to meet!  Hopefully I'll be able to be her friend properly without making things horribly awkward, but I guess I'll find out in a few days.
This whole situation has made me realize that I act in completely irrational ways when it comes to relationships.  Or, to be a little more precise, potential relationships.
The best analogy I can come up with is that I act a lot like a cultist.  When I first fall for a lady, I get really wrapped up in things.  I devote myself to her, and making her happy, without really considering that we're essentially strangers, and still have a lot to learn about each other.  I think the internet is at least partially responsible for this.  When messages are sent at nearly instant speeds, and two people can have a lengthy conversation over the course of a day, time tends to shift, and it tricks one into thinking (emotionally) that months have passed, when in reality it's only been barely a few days.
Getting back to the cultist analogy, the next step is always the worst.  You see, I'm a bit of a confused cultist.  After I've done all my devotions and such, I will get all ready to throw myself into a volcano, or bottomless pit, etc., in the name of my love.  This is usually when she loses interest in me, or outside circumstances change things.
Where a regular, run-of-the-mill cultist would dive into the volcano anyway, I dust myself off, and rush off to seek a new altar, and begin the process all over again.  It's a vicious cycle, and try as I might, I can't seem to break it.  I know it's unhealthy, and I know it's not doing me any good, but for some reason, I just keep falling into the same pattern over and over again.  I wish I understood myself better, so that I could figure out how to get over myself and act like a normal human being for once.