Side note: I once asked a local in a certain small, tourist-favorite island community what the “dating scene” is like (mainland only via ~2hr ferry or private air/water craft), and they replied: “Well, some ‘ship it in’ with visitors ferried over now & then, but mostly? We just wait our turn.”

I’d lived on the island for several months by then, and I noped the fuggout mere weeks later. Ain’t nobody gonna find Love fishing in that mud puddle — especially if it’s still warm from the last go. 😶