Dear Upstairs Neighbor;
I get it.
You have sex.
My understanding of your sex life is actually far more comprehensive then my understanding of my own sex life. Every night I wake up to the sound of your headboard slamming against the beams above my wall. Your sex is timely as well, always around 2am on the dot. Is it scheduled in your Blackberry? Normally I am right in the middle of my usual 2am dream which consists of Arctic Penguins and a bunch of British people in a pool. Regardless, you do have a consist rhythm which is, thankfully for me, only about eight pumps long, and then it is over. You also like to have sex at 7am, which has actually become a better tool for waking me up in the morning then my actual alarm now. But last Sunday, on the DAY OF JESUS MAY I REMIND YOU, at 2pm when I was trying to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, your bed was hitting the wall harder than a coke-heads jaw. I was sitting there thinking, OK, enough, I get it. I mean, for the love of Jesus, you must have sex what 14? Maybe even 18 times a week? 18 times A WEEK? I think 18 times would be a good YEAR for me. I was tempted that bright sunny Sunday afternoon to walk upstairs and bang on your door screaming, “I GET IT! YOU HAVE SEX! I GET IT, FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST ALMIGHTY, LET THE WALL REST, THE WALL IS HURTING! THE BEAMS NEED A DAY OFF!” How much sex do you need to be having? I suggest one time a year. How about that? How about you read some books? Or invest in a hobby, such as darts, or chess? I also have some face masks and old teeth retainers that, when worn, I have found as a very preventative tool for ever having any sex ever again. Maybe you need a good show to watch at night? May I suggest CSI Miami? TLC’s A Baby Story? Or even ESPN’s How to Catch a Fish? And as much as I loved hearing your eight pumps in all their glory this morning, I have to say, I could do without. So please dear Neighbor, appease me and next time you feel like causing all the beams in my ceiling to shake and crack, remember that picking up a methamphetamine habit would be much more considerate.
Thank you,
Your Neighbor Below,
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An Open Letter To My Neighbor Above Me
Thursday, November 15, 2007
An Open Letter To My Neighbor Above Me
Posted by Kim & Dic at 10:19 AM
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This is the funniest post ever!
Might I suggest you steal his viagra?
I guess you can count your blessings you're not below him ;-)
I meant in the biblical way ;-)
too bad you cant picture whether the couple above you is hot or not it might make the experience different
@Lisa- SUREEE YOU MEANT IT THAT WAY ha, I know how that mind of yours thinks!
@jay- I want to finally meet them so I can get a good look!!
Ahhhh... -takes in huge breath- young love!
2 AM? Seriously? At that hour I just hand the wife a fresh pack of batteries and go back to sleep.
Looks like we are on the same page. My cell phone, your neighbors, lets call the whole thing off…
My neighbors have sex too. But it sounds like routine married sex. And they are both um big. So whenever they get it on I lye in bed wondering how it works, exactly…Whose on top? Can they even get into a freaky position?
I'm trying to think what's worse, your situation, or mine dealing with a 70-80 year old couple who are basically deaf and get joy out of yelling at each other and their TV from 11:30 pm til about 5:30 am...at least the sex is only eight pumps long...
I HATE hearing other ppl have sex. HATE. I get annoyed, then horny, then jealous, then mean.
At least he doesn't seem to last long so it's over quick. That's good.
PS Have you ever seen him?
@So - watch, im going to find out they are some 90 year olds
@ Harry - you are a man of more than just words, you are decent and kind too apparently
@ MSP- I dont know how it works but im sure they find a way!
@dcd- I dont know, TV yelling is extremely annoying as well
@model- I am trying to see him! or her! or both!
OH GRACIOUS! I just found your blog through ModelBehavior. You definitely have a new reader!
Hahaha. I don't mean to belittle your pain and suffering, I really don't. I just find it amuzing. The neighbors at my old place would have sex in the day time, windows open and I think it involved a riding crop and chanting. Can't be 100% sure, but I think they intended a mid-day audio-show for the entire complex.
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