I felt exactly the same way at your age, but there came a time when I had to put my foot down and say enough was enough for my own sanity (something I just recently did, BTW, at 47). The older I get, the harder it is for me to be around people at all. But, when I look back on it now, I'm not sure it's what I wanted, but more what society expected of me and therefore what I thought I was supposed to want.
I still struggle with it now sometimes, but again, I think it's because I see my sister in her "perfect" life with her "perfect" husband and "perfect" job and "perfect" home and I'm "perfectly" jealous of all of it because part of me wants that too. I am quite aware NOTHING about her life is perfect. She's one of the most miserable people I've ever met and I'm, for the most part, relatively happy, so I guess that says a lot about greener grass and all that. Logically, she has a very social job, which I couldn't do. I couldn't spend 24/7 with another human being, let alone share (like I'd share anything) his hobbies, friends, tastes, etc. And I couldn't live in a house that big because it's a) too big, b) too dirty (because she's too lazy to clean it and her housekeeper is crap), c) too big, d) not to my taste, and did I mention too big? A short visit to their house clears any notions I might have right out of my head for quite a while.
After having said all that though, if there is a man out there who can leave my stuff alone, sit and binge watch the same show with me 10 times in a row, not talk to me while I'm trying to cross stitch, listen to me talk incessantly about all things Disney when I get on a roll (and take me to Disney World whenever I want to go although they have to let me do all the planning), not make me take out the trash or gas up my car or do sports stuff, not ask me to hang out with his friends or his family or go to functions like Thanksgiving and Christmas...I'm not against dating!