I know right. It's like a single guy wouldn't have enough drive and willpower to get off the fuckin' Mars if he didn't have a wife and kids waiting on Earth. Get out of here with that bs!
The juvenile part of me is pretty sure the single guy would be busy trying to find
DAYUM! Fiiiiine!!! extra-terrestrial chicks to seduce, ala Kirk, or failing that, exploiting zero-gravity masturbation as a way to pass the time. Only once he's cleaned his pipes will he have the resolute focus and necessary gumption to get the job done.
Having not read The Martian I can only fathom how my cheap joke will have appalled some of you. Apologies. It's Friday, and I'm still somewhat reeling from a vivid, fever-esque dream only to awaken in a discombobulated and nigh-mawkish, thoroughly warranted state of lamentation, threnody on the tip of my lips, because of Sir Christopher Lee's passing.
So I suspect today will be full of boner jokes and other childish attempts at mindless mirth to elevate my mood. Damn shame. I should find a more suitable way of acknowledging the passing of such a fine actor and talent (plus he was a British Commando and made some kick-arse heavy metal music - the man earned a lot of kudos in my books).