There is no statistical way that a man named Sam, in his mid twenties, could sign up for Married at First Sight, only to a) be called overseas to attend a funeral, and b) contract chicken pox, all in the space of two weeks.
No one’s life is that interesting.
It’s simply not possible.
So perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised when, last night, I found myself feeling entirely cynical about Sam’s date with Ines – a woman who cannot be real and if she is, would require us all to evacuate Australia immediately due to threats to the wellbeing of all humans.
In preparation for her date, Ines walked around her hotel room in her underwear, outwardly pondering why she was bothering to wear clothes when they’d be off so soon.