You know... The husband and I waited a long time dude. He was my first (sober) kiss and yeah I know that is JUST pathetic but it was like, nice. We went and got STD tested TOGETHER. Which was also an exercise in "weird intimacy" but I kind of don't regret it one bit. It was kind of super cool.
When we DID finally get it on (I think it was 8 months in although we didn't stand 6 feet apart the whole time) he was so cute we were living with others so he waited until the dang roommate plus kids were out and there was this super cool treehouse and blow up mattress and candles and crud and I FREAKED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was like "Oh my GOD what did you do what the hell, I hate you so much."
He was like, "Ah, good thing I ran out of time I was gonna go get some rose petals about and etc."
I was like "You know FULL well I have NOT done this sober for the first time ever, do me a FAVOR and like check with me. I am okay with the blow up mattress but really..... some nice dark alley with a dumpster or two, well that would be the AMBIANCE I am USED to, JEEZ. A rat or two skittering by.... "
He still refers to my "wife the romantic." So I'm kinda with you
@Ricky Vapes when it comes to romance. But the husband, he said, "I wanted to make it memorable." I was like, "FINE LETS GET it OVER with then."
But... it was memorable.

The flicking candles, the birds chirping in their nests the sweet spring breeze.... It was something to most definitely remember.
Of course, I had been married before and I was all cool with a justice of the peace and jeans but he was like, "Honey, I am 36 and a bachelor can we do it right?" So I was like, "Fine." But petulant and I called him "Wedding Barbie" often. The wedding was so fun, we had a pot luck and stayed at an old monastery called Sanctuary and we were like
sober wedding for all we knew our RELATIVES.
A first sponsor of mine was a minister and she married us and we wrote our own vows. The Sanctuary folks were like "Ah we said no more weddings." We explained what we wanted and they gave in because they liked us so much. My five year old was the ring bearer and fidgeted from foot to foot because he had tiny tux shoes and they did not fit. He was emitting moans and I was like, "Hold up, what's wrong honey?" He said, "My shoes don't fit. They hurt my feet." I was like, "Why not take them off?" So he spent the rest of the ceremony sprawled barefoot on the grass. It was great.
I still call him "Wedding Barbie" and he still calls me "Dumpster Diver" from time to time. He's still my equally favorite guy of all time (my kiddo) and 16 years approach... holy goodness.
For this chick who never did it taking it slow it gave me a lot of self-respect. I enjoyed every minute of it. It was cool.
So, you know, quarantine will be over sometime is what I am saying. You could practice getting to know the hot chick's mind before discovery of the kind of underwear she selects is all I suggest.
Anna