It's Friday night and Sam, 29, has arranged a catch-up with two of his best friends at the pub. Two beers in, their conversation turns to weekend plans. While his mates are off the market, Sam is single and tells the boys how much he's dreading going to a family lunch alone on Sunday.
"The last time I saw my [grandmother], she nagged me about being single and reminded me that I'm not getting any younger," he groans. "My aunty then started going on about how I'm too picky after I politely declined to be set up with a 35-year-old woman from her office who still lives with her parents. Maybe I'll just say I'm seeing someone. I mean, it's kinda true; there is this hot girl who asked me out last week, but I haven't locked anything in with her yet... I'm feeling a bit too fat at the moment. I don't want her to see my body and be totally turned off."