It isn't Sam.

It is not that Sam is unlucky in love, it's more that he doesn't have a clue. Worse still, he doesn't even have a clue as to why he doesn't have a clue, because obviously, if he did have a clue, then he would have made changes to his life, and better still reinvented himself so that he was quite the catch.

Having come out of a long term relationship in a painful, car crash sort of way, Sam has licked his wounds and waited until he was ready to risk his heart and find love all over again.

This is a far more pleasant way of describing Sam losing the house he had lived in as a bachelor. Sam's house. Sam's home. The home he chose to share with Sally when they met and sort of drifted together and then became an item. The house she'd taken half of, with no regard or consideration to all the costs involved in ending everything, selling the house, upping sticks and starting again from scratch.

Well, she'd kept the house, which made her side of things pretty simple and straight forward.

And Sam moved out, with the intention of starting again at some point in the uncertain future.

Only starting again was much easier said than done.

Did Sam really want to put himself through the crazy assault course of dating, only to go through the same heartbreak all over again...?