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Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a boy. Or a man. Maybe a boy-man. Whatever you choose. The point is this person had just finished his university education and now had a mid-level income job at a start-up company. Like most people alive, he had a name. His name was Adam. 
    Adam was a reserved young boy, man, man-boy, whatever you chose. He was the only son of his parents who had had ten daughters before having him. This remarkable fact was probably the reason why he had many close female friends.  His affinity and empathy for females had been detected at each stage of his life: from his formative years through his year at the university and now at his workplace. Girls, women, females in general gravitated towards him, confided in him, even those in relationships asked him for advice. While all this might sound good and well,  the general public's opinion on Adam's friendship with numerous females could be neatly divided into two. Adam was either forever and ever the friend-zoned male else he was a playboy.
    On a day just like any other, while having breakfast, Adam felt a sharp pain in his torso. It was quite sudden and painful that the cup he was holding fell from his hands and shattered on the floor, spilling coffee all over his white trousers and suede shoes. Fortunately for Adam, he had health insurance provided for by his company. Here was an opportunity to exploit this privilege.
   After checking in at the local hospital and being examined by a doctor, an x-ray was carried out. In less than an hour, he was back in the doctor's office. Their conversation went something like this:
        'I have your x-ray result here young man and I have some more questions for you', the doctor said. 
    'First, are you married?' the doctor asked.
'No sir, I am not.' Adam replied.
'Hmmm...are you currently dating anyone or "Netflix and chilling" with no strings attached?'. The doctor said this last part with a mischievous grin. 
    'No, I'm not!' Adam was affronted.  
    'What does that have to do with anything?' he asked.
    'Well young man, if you look at this x-ray', the doctor pulled out an x-ray dramatically and put it up on the screen, 'you'll notice here where I'm pointing that there's nothing here!'. 
    The doctor winked as he said this.
    To say the least, Adam was more confused at this point. 
    'What are you talking about?' Adam asked in desperation. 
     The pain he felt in the morning and was still feeling was no laughing matter but for the life of him, he didn't understand why the doctor seemed to be going on as if there was a joke somewhere.
    The doctor continued, 'Well if you are intimate with the skeletal framework of your body, you'll notice you have a rib missing. This rib hasn't always been missing as I'll prove from the x-ray you had done when you were a kid'.  
    He pulled out another one with a flourish.
    'Go ahead and count! I'll wait.' He said with a satisfied smile on his face. 
    Perplexed, Adam counted, and indeed it was true! But he still didn't understand what it meant. He looked at the doctor in confusion. 
    By now, the doctor looked like a magician ready to unveil his latest trick excitement radiating from him.
    'I'm delighted to inform you that you're set to be married. As evidenced by this missing rib, you're in love!' the doctor said, pronouncing love in a soprano voice.
     'At the moment you felt that pain, your rib was transported to your love interest, your significant other, the sugar in your tea, THE ONE! You both will be experiencing lovesickness until you get on your knees and declare your intentions to get married. At the moment you say "I do", your rib will leave her and come back to you. Congratulations my man!'
    Beaming with a smile, the doctor asked 'So who's the lucky lady? Come on, you can tell me now. Don't be shy.'
    In a land far far away, but not too far from Adam's, let's say somewhere in the neighbourhood, a little before a certain hospital visit, a young woman woke up screaming in pain. Her name was Eve.
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