For those of you who don’t follow me on twitter (What’s wrong with you, why aren’t you on twitter? and why aren’t you following ME?) please allow me to apologize in advance. I’ve been venting all morning. In the last 24 hours my life has turned into a demonstration of Murphy’s Law, with no end in sight. In a pitiful attempt to cheer myself up I chose a completely frivolous topic for today’s poll.
Have I ever mentioned anything about where I live? Not the neighborhood but the actual building? I live in a classic NYC tenement building (read – affordable). It’s well maintained and I love my apartment to death. My apartment faces the back and most of my neighbors are pretty quiet. I’ve been in the same building for many years and so I’m pretty spoiled.
About 2 or 3 years ago my old next door neighbor moved out and a new one moved it. I loved my old neighbor. He was never home. I never heard a peep out of him. Not this new one, though. It turns out that the wall between our 2 bedrooms is actually really thin. I’d never realized it before because the other guy was never home. But it’s so thin that I can hear her sneeze.
And she can hear me… everything.
Which I didn’t realize til one day right after she moved in. My boyfriend (I had a boyfriend at the time) and I were resting. We had just finished having some very loud sex. At the time I hadn’t thought of how loud it was. But then, as we were lying there we heard her sneeze. And all of a sudden we both started to laugh. Because if we could hear her sneeze, well then she could hear us…everything.
Skip ahead a few months and the new next door neighbor started to become a nuisance, complaining about my music being too loud (I do not listen to my music too loud). And then one night, during a rather intimate moment with my boyfriend, we hear a knock on the wall. That’s right, a knock on the wall.
Now, I realize that some of you are not and have never been apartment dwellers and so you may not understand that she was breaking the unwritten code of apartment living. You can complain about any noise you want by banging on the wall, floor or ceiling but a polite person does NOT complain about sex sounds (unless, of course, they are truly unreasonable). Talk about killing the mood.
Since then I have become somewhat neurotic about noise. And, truth be told, when I’m in a relationship I prefer to go to my boyfriend’s home (another excellent reason to not date men who live in the burbs). It’s just really hard for me to relax and enjoy myself when I’m worried about how much noise we’re making.
AND yes, there is a question here. Just a moment longer.
YourTango just published a list of the World’s 10 Best and Worst Lovers. I wasn’t surprised (much) by the results. Scotland (I lived in Scotland for a while, a long time ago) came in at number 8 on the worst list. I’d actually expect them to place lower. The reason given for their ranking was “too noisy” (I can think of other reasons they should be on the list).
So is too noisy a bad thing in a lover? Do you not want to be with someone who makes a lot of noise during sex(see, I told you there was a question here)?
Today’s poll question: Is it a turnoff when someone makes a lot of noise during sex?
- Yes (10 votes)
- No. I think it’s kind of hot. (44 votes)
- It depends on the noises. (65 votes)
- Other. Please explain in the comments. (2 votes)
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