The Midas Touch

Guest Writer: R. L. Norman      


We were standing six feet apart from each other. Because of the coronavirus, it was the ritual.   We’ve been dealing with this virus for the last seven months, and social distancing has become a part of life.

So, here we stand. We’d just finished having lunch and walked to my car, which was parked just outside the restaurant.

We weren’t saying a word because the feelings between us didn’t have to be spoken out loud.  It was obvious that our desire, our lust became more and more intense every time we saw one another.

He was 6′ 1″, light brown-skinned with a mustache and goatee–and about 175 pounds of pure muscle. His short-cropped wavy hair along with his wire-framed glasses made him look so sexy and professional at the same time. His muscular chest and arms that seemingly wanted to burst through his tight-fitting shirt showed me just how much of a man he was!

And, his form-fitting jeans showed me just what he had to offer, as well.

I called him my Honey-Bump.  It was the nickname that Cedric called Lovita, the love of his life, from the Steve Harvey Show. And it was fitting for me to call him that because he was my honey and I wanted to bump (and grind) with him!

I was trying my best to fight the emotions that were pulsating through my body as he stepped closer to me. He’d gotten so close that I could smell his sensual, sultry cologne as he stared into my eyes.  And as I suddenly remembered that I missed the touch of another person, I shut mine.

This coronavirus has changed the dynamic of the whole world!  Suddenly, we have had to radically alter and adjust our way of life. Physical contact had become very limited.

If at all.

Each day, we have to be careful not to get sick and possibly die. We must maintain that “better safe than sorry” attitude. We have to wear a mask, wash our hands, and practice social distancing of six feet apart.

 If you think about it, these things are simple; yet at the same time, hard to do. On the one hand, it’s easy. You can go about your day and keep your distance as best as possible. And wash your hands frequently.  And, wear a mask when in mixed company.

Simple stuff.

But on the other hand, it can be hard!  The consequences or effects of this virus can mess with your head.

Especially if you’re single.

      Doing normal times, we single people have the opportunity to have person-to-person physical contact anytime we choose. It’s called a booty call.

But these days, that luxury is limited. And because of that, our desire to have physical contact escalates.

As time goes on, we miss and crave the physical touch of another person.  And as a result, we think about it more often than not.

Recently, I read an article that stated we should find a “cuddle buddy” during these abnormal times. One person with whom to have that absent physical contact. And both being virus-free,  you pledge to have physical contact only with each other.

A kind of “committed booty call.”

To be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about this.  The arrangement doesn’t seem that special.  Or memorable.

What do you think?

     Because of the quarantine that some of us are having to endure, mental stress and emotional loneliness also increase.  We notice the echo in our homes as we practice being safe. We notice that each morning, we are making up half of our king/queen size beds. That’s because the other side is reserved for the day a person can warm it up once again.

And for those of us alone quarantining, we might find solace that there are couples who are making it through these extraordinary times.  Each person has another “to warm that other side of the bed.”

So, we may live vicariously through them.


Oh, man!   How I miss the touch of a man.

How I miss those days! I knew that the reason my emotions for my Honey- Bump were heightened was due to the virus.

Being quarantined for 14 days to stay virus-free was working on my mind!

     Because of staying six feet apart, I can’t feel the touch of another person.

     Because of the mask, I can’t feel another person’s face against mine.

     Because of the mask, I can’t feel another person’s lips against mine as they slowly kiss me…Honey-Bump extending his tongue into my waiting mouth.

I miss going to bed with someone, and feeling his arms holding me…or his leg touching mine.

I miss waking up in the morning with someone lying next to me.

But before the pandemic, wasn’t that the situation we single people had to contend with?  Didn’t we go to bed alone and had booty calls whenever we wanted to?

The answer is yes!  However, being single although you don’t want to is a whole different matter.

And after the world returns to (somewhat) normalcy, are we going to touch or grope the first person we encounter?  Or, are we going to continue to wait for that special person to fill the empty void in our life?   That one person who truly touches our hearts?

Well, my Honey-Bump fits the bill!   He not only pulls my heartstrings but fills that emotional and physical connection I long for.

So when (somewhat) normalcy finally comes home, he and I throw caution to the wind as he caresses my cheek, and stares deeply and intently into my eyes.

Next, he holds me ever so tightly and whispers into my ear, “I love you.”

Then, he kisses me with a passion that I have never, ever felt before!  It‘s the kind of passion that words cannot explain. The memories of feeling the touch of another person come rushing back.

And suddenly, I don’t have the feeling of being in lust anymore!   I have the feeling of being in love.

Remember that feeling?  Hopefully, we will never forget it!   It’s like the Midas Touch.  Everything changed to gold in an instant.

It’s like there’s no one else in the world.  Just he and I.

Unfortunately, though, I have to wait for that glorious time to make its reappearance.

For now, I find myself laying on one side of my king size bed hugging my pillow. I have to face the fact that it was all a dream; and that hopefully, it will be a reality in the not-too-distant future.

Let’s be patient as we adapt to this new normal–a world of cautiousness and uncertainty at the same time.

So, everyone: just practice being safe and careful.  Social distance, wear a mask, wash your hands–and wait patiently for the day you can feel that Midas Touch.

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R. L. Norman is a writer, performer, and author of the popular series of novels entitled, Honey Let Me Tell You.”  The fifth installment “Honey, Hush: Don’t Ask And I Won’t Tell” was a sizzling sequel to the series.  Now his sixth book, “Honey, I Can’t Stand The Rain, drops in April 2020.  As well, R. L. has created  Norman’s One Night Stand,” a one-man show he conceived, wrote and performs that showcases the main character of his series.  And catch his Podcast, “Honey Let Me Tell You Something Else”which returns soon to Itunes All of these endeavors are part of Mr. Norman’s production company, Honey Let Me Tell You.  You may reach R. L. at his on line home,; by email at; on Facebook at RL NORMAN; on Twitter, @rl_norman; and on Instagram @rlnorman1.