A Weird and Wonderful Date
The coronavirus sure did frustrate my latest date with my long-term boyfriend, Niall. It was not a great or first-rate date. It not only drew us outside to forbidden places, and in the rain too, but also ended up driving us both crazy with unbridled lust.
Nothing felt right, or just. Being forced to stay 1.5 metres apart, we could not do anything. Things got more desperate the more we went along the deserted streets, feeling almost tied-up and handcuffed.
As we went along the street, we both wondered what was the point of not being able to find a joint where we could eat, drink, and be fully satisfied?
Having nowhere to sit or settle down, like in the food court, or even bounce on my boyfriend’s lap was a real bummer. With heavy security waiting to pounce on us inside the shopping centre, we almost wanted to do a real runner.
We had no choice but to stand outside the near-empty shopping centre, and ponder over what to do next. It was like a flight or fight situation. Should we stay in this total discomfort, go back to our safe homes, or separate holes and happily play with ourselves?
Instead, as we drank our cans of Coke in the cold without straws, going on this strange date felt like almost the last straw. All our emotions and attempts at lovemaking had never felt so bad.
The coronavirus certainly dominated all our movements, from the very beginning, to the end of our date. It was certainly not a winning situation. We did anything but grin as we sipped our drinks and unwrapped our sandwiches, near an overflowing bin. We really felt like we were living on the edge. Feeling like lost souls as we passed the long stretch of empty shops between us, put us right out of action.
Being so used to touching, kissing, and holding hands, we had to keep stopping ourselves from doing it. Not being able to fully explore our sexuality, we had to rely on good old-fashioned conversation. This was not enough. It was almost like being spanked.
Most of the date was chillingly spent outside. We couldn’t even cuddle up together for comfort. Miraculously, at one point, we found a good sturdy bench under cover, which allowed us to openly talk about our sexuality. How we wished we could have done it in every single position.
We almost did it standing up, as we found ourselves up against yet another bin. It was driving us both raving mad not being able to satisfy all our cravings. With hardly anywhere legal to sit down, or lie down, we felt punished. In a strange sort of way, it felt like we were going against one another’s wishes.
As we held onto our drinks, we tried to hang onto our sanity. At least we felt good, pleasing the most hard-hit cafés and local restaurants in our area, who knew us well as a couple. We missed not being waited on hand and foot, with all the many restrictions that had now taken place.
The date ended up being a strange sort of picnic, as we went to a nearby park with just ourselves and our takeaway food and drinks. We tried to make the best of a bad situation. Knowing shops and cinemas were out of action, also kept us from making the most of our date. We certainly missed the good old days, when everything was fully open and accessible.
Now, we almost felt like trespassers as we went around, not daring to break the law. We also felt estranged from other people too, who were also trying to keep their distance and hands to themselves.
And yes, our relationship really stood the test, as we devoured not only our food but one another. As we soon wrapped it up and called it a day, I accompanied my then-weary boyfriend back to the train station. Despite everything, we still were prepared to see one another again, even under these very hard conditions.
