I was nervous about who might be moving in after the neighbors under me moved. They were quiet.
I listen to hardcore. But I have rules. I listen for only an hour at the level where somebody might hear it, and not before 10am or after 10pm. I also walk barefoot, and lightly.
We have to be reasonable about apartment life. You expect to hear vague rumblings of movement. Maybe you’ll hear people screwing.
People would tell me how they heard neighbors screwing. I never did, until now.
Finally, a month after the great neighbors below me moved, someone moved in. After a week I thought, Gee, he masturbates loudly.
While exercising lying on the floor, I heard his usual loud crying out. I pressed my ear to the floor. Gasp! I heard the woman!
This couple below me fuck almost every day!
And he’s loud for a dude! Usually you just hear the chick. I had a guy once who screamed like he was being murdered. The inflection of his screaming wasn’t sexual where it trails off ecstatically. It was more like a blood curdling scream.
I had to know what this new couple looked like.
But the nerve of this guy coming up to my apartment at 9:30pm on the weekend to complain about my music. It wasn’t that loud, for chrissake.
He knocks on my door. I’m naked and can’t open it.
Yes, I say through the peephole.
I’m your neighbor downstairs.
It’s the “fucking” guy! You need me to turn my music down?
Okay. I’m sorry. Goodnight, I says.
I tried getting a look at him through the peephole. I saw he was wiry. I had missed the opportunity to meet the star of the porno downstairs. Hey – I’ll throw on clothes and go down there – apologize about not opening the door – I’ll say I want to properly introduce myself.
So I knock on his door — and the “fucking” guy – he did what I had done and didn’t open his door.
Hi, just wanted to say I didn’t mean to be rude by not opening the door. I was getting ready to shower before, which is why I couldn’t open the door, I lie.
He tells me through the peep hole, Oh yeah, me too, now.
Uh, okay — have a good night, I says.
The “fucking” guy was probably naked and getting ready to fuck again.
I did meet him in the elevator last week and properly introduced myself. It was great! He wasn’t bad looking.
I think I might’ve finally met his girl too. Yesterday I got on the elevator with a red head. We said hello then she got off on the floor below mine and walked in the direction of the line I’m in – that had to be her!
Now, it’s white noise to me – sort of – I guess – unless I’m having a spell, you know.
I suppose I should “get a life.”