Tired of disappointment

Once upon a time, a little girl imagined and sketched her future wedding dress, dreamed of meeting the man of her dreams, getting married, having kids and living the American Dream. But this little girl knew that she was different, she knew her imagination would eventually get in the way of any realistic notion of what love actually is and how to find it.
This little girl started off broken by a male extended family member, of course, what else is new, always the same story, no, she is not looking for a pity party.
As this little girl grew up, time and time again, the male part of the species was disappointing at every turn. Cheaters, liers, players and scared little babies.
Today, I am 2 weeks away from turning 30, and am feeling the never ending twinge of disappointment, and have decided to embrace and document my newly single life, and see if I can come up with any answers or solutions to this perpetual life of lustfull encounters and stunted relationships.
Maybe if anyone reads this, or has any questions, we can solve my problems with dating and relationships, as well as other people's issues.
My generation seems to be filled with a large percentage of men that are afraid of commitment of any kind, and women who are desperate to get married. Men who want to stay little boys forever and women that are full of diluted and irrational dreams of what love it...What is up with that? Why are you men so goddamned scared of falling in love? And why are we women so caught up in the idea of signing a piece of paper to give ownership of yourself to another person? And why the hell can't we figure out a happy fucking medium? It seems to me, that all of us are going to end up alone and unhappy and then we will die. Fuck the American Dream, let's figure something else out already!