Let me introduce myself: I am an over-aged single woman. How old? Anyway, I am over 30, whether it is 31, 32 or 33 is not important. I am a technical woman, with regular features, no buck teeth, slim, not pretty but not ugly either. Those who like to speak ill of others would say that I have temperament (I know what this sentence really means~). In the first thirty plus years of my life, I have loved and been loved, hated and been hated, had a crush on someone and probably been crushed on (this is my guess), approached by the opposite sex (it could only be "be approached" because I can never summon up the courage to do the approaching), fallen in love at first sight and been fallen for at first sight, dumped others and been dumped, and now I'm still dumping until now... (actually, I don't have a rich romantic history at all. But in order to make the content more interesting and stimulate your imagination, I have to repeat some words to cover up the fact that I've wasted so many good years. Actually, I am a bit of a conflicted person with low emotional quotient who likes to stick to a point...)
Now let me introduce the male protagonist: he is N years older than me, where N is less than five. He is a surgeon, with regular features, no buck teeth, slightly fat, divorced and has no children.