Late night visitor

I had recently moved to the town. At 35, I soon found out I was the youngest man in town. All the young adults moved away for college and work; none had returned so far. There were three younger females in the town; two were overweight lesbians, and the other was the local doctor, 34. I only found out about the doctor when I needed a cut stitched. The only doctor in the town was single and busy with the older residents' many illnesses. After my wound was stitched, I left to continue my renovations. Told to return in three days for their removal. Which I did so Friday afternoon; I had the stitches removed and returned home. About 9.30 that night, a car drove onto my acreage. It was the doctor; she had come to see me socially, you could say. I had been painting a spare room and was putting everything away before bed. She apologised for the late hour, but her work made it hard to meet people socially. As I was the closest male in age to her, she had to meet me. I made her coffee, and we talked; she left about midnight. I told her to come back anytime. It wasn't classic dating, but it was the closest we could get to it. On her fourth visit, she stayed the night. Then she moved in with me fully a month later; a year later, we were married. Having never been on a proper date.