I deleted my profiles last winter and told myself I was done. I don't need perfection, just reasonable effort in both directions. My therapist calls it pattern fatigue, and honestly the label fits perfectly. Spring cleaning my phone meant I finally chose to meet Balkan women and my calendar finally has something circled in red. If I could tell my past self one thing, it would be to stop hesitating. I don't write reviews often, so when I do, it means something.