Parliament Hill catching the morning sun, the Rideau Canal locks dropping toward the river, the green-copper turrets of the Château Laurier on the far bank, and a row of red-and-white tulips in the foreground in early May. Ottawa's population turns over on federal schedules, deputy ministers move on, staffers transfer, military families post elsewhere, and being single past fifty here often means watching local social roots stay thinner than the architecture suggests.
No streaks to keep alive, no algorithm pushing you to log in tonight, no nudges about who you missed. The site sits there until you feel like opening it. Some members come back every evening; others check in every couple of weeks. Both work. Signing up costs nothing.
Ottawa's neighbourhoods carry the social weight here. The ByWard Market on a Saturday morning, a coffee stop in Westboro Village, a slow walk along the Canal in summer or a skate the length of it in February, or a real walk across the river in Gatineau Park. The capital does some of the introducing for you.