Blame the French. The idea that romantic love is the end-all, be-all has turned all of our brains after puberty to mush when it comes to relationships. It's a great luxury that most of human history couldn't afford. There is no "the one" until we find "anyone with a reasonable compatibility" and knock some sense into our Self about the needs of living and dying. If they understand that, then yay.

Sex is the tradeoff we got from Fate (and evolution) for dying early and evolution gets Adaptability out of it. Advertising turned it into fuckin' crack.

"Meh" is probably as much as you can hope for these days without getting sucked into a death trap.