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To share your story, get in touch on ukpersonal huffpost. Back in May, when lockdown measures relaxed and it was possible to see people outdoors again, I thought life would start to feel a bit more normal. After the mass exodus of my flatmates out of London, I spent two months furloughed and alone. With the extent of my daily interactions with others limited to video calls and short conversations with cashiers in Tesco, there was nothing I craved more than real human contact.
Even if it had to be in a park. We saw each other in what seemed like every public space in the city, and with every royal park we visited, my frustration grew. After several charged conversations about changes to guidance, social bubbles, and seeing each other indoors — all which boiled down to me wanting to be intimate again, but he and his flatmates feeling uncomfortable with the prospect of mixing indoors — we broke up.
Or worse yet, something less. But navigating intimacy right now is difficult. We each have our limits, and few of us are immune to the moral dilemma. At least when there were clear protocols about staying two metres apart and keeping interactions strictly outdoors, it was as plain as day that sex, never mind casual sex, was out of the question. Guidance has been so vague and confusing throughout the course of the pandemic that I have no idea what I should be doing, no matter how scrupulously I read the policy.
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