Seven times. Installed, wrote nothing, deleted, then installed again some months later with the same account and no memory of what I had been frightened of. The frictionlessness is the point of the design and it is also the reason nothing has ever accumulated. Seven runs at this and my total achieved contact with another human being is two messages, both of which I sent.
Thirty eight, Brooklyn, still working it out, and the paragraph above is the whole history.
What breaks it is the same moment every time. I get as far as writing to somebody, then read my own profile as a stranger would, decide it is not honest enough to stand behind, and start rewriting it instead of pressing send. The eighth install was in April and I have kept it, mostly because I finally wrote a profile that is honest rather than impressive.
This advert is the same experiment at greater length. What I think I want is a structure that somebody else sets and then holds me to, and I say think because I have never tested a single part of it against reality.
Not looking for anybody who needs me certain by next week. Not looking for a person who will vanish if I go quiet for a fortnight, though I would entirely understand it. And not looking to be told to simply get out there, advice I have had from four people and have never once been able to act on.