La la la la la la la…I can’t hear you… (or at least I wish I couldn’t…)
I don’t know how to say this without embarrassing you. Or embarrassing myself.
I can HEAR you. You know.
You DON’T know? You don’t know what I mean?
Do I really have to say this out loud?
I guess I do.
(whispering) When you and your boyfriend are…um…TOGETHER. I can HEAR you.
And I hate it. Nothing against either one of you, but listening to that makes me physically ill.
I’m not a prude. I know people do that. Hell, I’ve got evidence that I’ve done it myself at least twice. I know it can be a pretty good time. Otherwise, people wouldn’t do it so much.
I’m not eavesdropping either. I really don’t want to say this either, but frankly, I can’t help but hear you. You’re really LOUD.
Pillows don’t help. Earplugs don’t help. Skinny Puppy is about the only thing that helps, but I don’t want to listen to Skinny Puppy right now. I want to SLEEP.
Please. I’m begging you. Besides, you need to sleep sometime too.
November 13th, 2006 at 1:41 pm
Ahahahaha! Back in the day, I was the loud one … ugh. Until some of the boyfriend’s roomies asked if we could start going over to my place. Yikes. Rude awakening.
A nice “you guys stay up awfully late, don’t you?” comment will usually get the notion across without sounding sleazy. Take it from a former, er, loudmouth … they probably think the walls are thicker than they really are.
November 13th, 2006 at 2:04 pm
I just hope to God you live in an apartment, because if you can hear them in a seperate building, there is something wrong. Or something really right. Either way, ugh.
November 13th, 2006 at 2:32 pm
This better not be Tacy’s boyfriend. (TOTALLY KIDDING.)
In college, you could have signed me “Sick of the Sock,” although at least then I could get some sleep. ‘Twas not fun to awaken in the middle of the night to action on the bottom bunk.
November 13th, 2006 at 3:24 pm
you must have some fun houseguests, or wild neighbors. Woo hoo. Though I know it’s uncomfortable. Good luck. One of life’s more awkward scenarios.
Lisa
November 13th, 2006 at 3:27 pm
LOL! When my oldest was a baby, we lived in small two bedroom condo that shared a common wall. Apparently, their headboard was up against our headboard. It was…not good. I remember the first time I heard them, and realized that they had probably heard us. We moved our bed and I think they did too. Ahhh, the joys of communal living!
November 13th, 2006 at 3:49 pm
Dude, I hope that your houses are really close together, b/c otherwise that is just TOOO loud for me to contemplate. Really. Whoa.
November 13th, 2006 at 3:53 pm
Oh god no – it’s not a problem now. I’m reflecting on some unpleasant conditions in college. And a few nights spent in hotels. I swear it traumatized me for life.
November 13th, 2006 at 6:01 pm
TOTALLY hear you. Am not a prude, but listening to it makes me squirm, and not in a good way.
AND! SKINNY PUPPY! Love it when you refer to Skinny Puppy. Smothered Hope a good reference here?
November 13th, 2006 at 7:13 pm
Do you suppose our kids will likewise suffer the same trauma? Good God, shivers just thinking about it.
November 13th, 2006 at 7:28 pm
Oh goodness. That’s funny! But yes, uncomfortable!
November 13th, 2006 at 7:30 pm
Yick!! HATE IT when that happens…
November 13th, 2006 at 8:43 pm
Sorry. we’ll keep it down ; ) (yeah I wish it was me- that would require action)
November 14th, 2006 at 6:02 am
Brings back memories from college and a roommate I wasn’t crazy about.
November 14th, 2006 at 8:38 am
hahahah!!!! what a great post. i can’t listen to people in that state either. i had to move out of my last living situation because of it. hearing your own friend is just plain disgusting.
November 14th, 2006 at 10:42 am
We live in an apartment, so this is a problem. For our neighbors. I figure if we don’t wake up the kids, then the neighbors can’t hear us. I hope.
November 14th, 2006 at 10:47 am
When we lived in Chicago, the couple in the apartment below ours had really noisy sex, usually very late at night. It would actually wake us up it was so loud. The funniest/worst part, though, was that the guy would shout “GOAL!” at the very end. Dear god, I can’t even imagine! That would just make you feel so good about yourself.
That said, I preferred them to the guy upstairs who was teaching himself to play piano…
November 14th, 2006 at 11:08 am
I used to live downstairs from a woman who used to shriek her boyfriend’s name…all hours of the day and night. Sometimes, he was not even there. She moved out and a guitar player moved in and would play his own recordings at full volume over and over and over. I’m not sure which was worse.
November 14th, 2006 at 8:02 pm
OK, I admit it, it was me. Wait, you don’t know me. That means… there are maybe a whole bunch of us out here making noise.
Seriously, it didn’t occur to me that this might be audible to anyone until one day my husband and I were working on the roof and our neighbours were out on the lawn, and the wife yelled cheerfully up to us, “You guys are really working hard up there!”
And we said “Oh, sorry, hope the hammering didn’t wake you!”
And she said “Nah, it’s not NEARLY as loud as you guys are in the sack!”
And yes, the whole neighbourhood heard her. I guess it was my just desserts.
November 15th, 2006 at 8:26 am
UGH!~ The worst! I hope this an I remember type of prompt and not something ongoing that you have to keep experiencing. Yuck.
November 15th, 2006 at 3:41 pm
la la la la la la
Eeeeewwwww! Nooooo! Make it stop!!
la la la la la la
December 12th, 2006 at 8:53 am
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December 12th, 2006 at 10:19 am
Oh god, I hate listening to that too. It’s like being sober around drunkpeople – it’s just irritating when you’re not the one having fun. Not that you don’t wish them well, but do they have to be so, well, EXUBERANT?!
December 13th, 2006 at 12:25 pm
yucky!
December 13th, 2006 at 9:35 pm
Ew, don’t people have any shame? Yucky.
(Congrats on the ROFL Award!)