.. the one with the Covirgin

He was part of a dying breed, who weren’t dying literally, but who’s numbers were dwindling by the minute, a covirgin.

Having a Monica complex, sanitisation came naturally to him. Anything he saw he sanitised. Before he sat, before he touched, or even used it, he sanitised and sterilised. Everything had to be sanitised before being used. In fact he couldn’t remember when was the last time he used anything that was not sanitised. He couldn’t remember when he had smelt anything that didn’t smell sterile. So thanks heaven loss of smell wasn’t one of the symptoms, otherwise he couldn’t be sure if he still a covirgin.

He wore every protection possible, every protection known to man, that could keep the virus at bay and maintain his covirgin status. All who saw him called him a walking PPE, cause that’s all he wore. After all, it was better safe than worry, he said.

But he also had another problem. He hadn’t popped his cherry. So he was Mary with the Cherry. Well not quite Mary, but he did still have his cherry.

He searched high and he searched low, for a way, for someone and try he surely did. But he couldn’t find someone who could aid him to do so. He searched on dating apps, cause that the most safest way of meeting someone without really meeting anyone in person too. Be it Tinder and Bumble and Grindr too, but there were none to be found. There were greater chance of him finding someone who could help him loose one status than the other. 

Just when he thought all was lost and he would die a virgin, he met her, an anomaly just like him, a missing piece of his jigsaw puzzle, a missing piece that completed him.

She was an Amy to his Sheldon, eccentric, paranoid and crazy. It was liked the world had conspired and she was created. And though life had played its part to keep them apart, tease him and make him wait.

But good things come to those who wait, so he was more than happy to wait to find Miss Always Right.

Those who saw them sweared they were meant to each other. Two peas in a pod. Two weirdos covirgin, virgin, who found each other. What was the odds of that happening.

And then it happened, their cherry finally popped. But along with so did the cherry too. The virus finally got them. So now they were sick peas in a pod, covirgins no longer.