love in the time of corona

So I’m 38, I’ve got money, health, good friends, and frozen eggs. Despite living my best life, I’ve not had a boyfriend...pretty much ever.
February 13th 2020 was our first date. By our second date we’d both fallen hard. For the first time I wanted marriage and a life with someone else. Even contemplated moving to South London (the horror). For the first time I not only accepted this man for who he was, but fell in love with the man for who he was.

Then the coronavirus hit. At first it was fun, working from home together, cooking and drinking nice wine (and wow could this man cook), we were fucking literally around the clock.

I felt guilty for being so happy while the world around us was falling apart.

And then it happened. Quarantine. Just over a month into to my first adult relationship and we’re told we can’t see people we don’t live with. Indefinitely.

He didn’t suggest cohabitation. And this super confident business woman crumbled and reverted back to an insecure unworthy child.
And that’s how it ended for me.
Love is nothing but a tease.