To be fair, I used to be one of them. When I went on my very first date with the man who is now my boyfriend, I remember being a little taken aback by the fact that, in my modest two and a half inch heels, I could see clearly over the top of his head. We’d met on Twitter, so all I’d had to go by was a 5mm square picture of what I have come to know as his “nonplussed face”. There was no opportunity to specify a preferred size, as you might do on Match.com or My Single Friend or John Lewis, when you’re ordering duvets.