a friend was texting me today telling me how furious she was about having to listen to her neighbours doing what adults in relationships often do in the evenings (all times), and i was pondering her rage and thinking to myself that it really doesn't bother me. at all, and never has.
and in fact sometimes it quite cheers me up, for which i suppose i should be grateful.
i'm not into relationships anymore. i don't have the patience or emotional robustness for all that drama and melodrama, but i like it that people who are still playing that game are having a good time.
so my reactions are either 'yay, good luck to you!'. or i find it funny. and sometimes it even turns me on, in a wierd way, but maybe i dont want to go to into that to much. other than say it happens.
so all positive feelings. but as i say, my friend was livid. threatening to contact the council and all manner of stroppiness.
i should also clarify (for the purposes of context) that my friend is single and doesn't want to be, so i secretly wonder if a little jealousy and resentment isn't in her response mix. i have my suspicions.
anyway, i think it's an amusing subject for a thread. provocative maybe. so if mods feel this theme is too 'full-on' for regular off-topic, i really don't mind if it gets relocated to 'filth' (or 'vale') or another appropriate porno-lite subsection of the forum. i'm sure there's more than one.
so does anyone have anything interesting to say on the subject? don't all shout at once.
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Having arguments in the small hours just loud enough to wake you, but not loud enough to hear what they're about? That used to drive me mental. So frustrating
Don't really hear it anymore.. don't reckon it would bother me overly much unless it disrupted what little sleep I get.. then I would burn their house down and salt the earth.
Having said that, I have heard one of our neighbours at it in the garden, accompanied by the 1812 overture they were playing on their stereo outside really loudly.
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I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
Many years ago (maybe 25 years), my (at the time) girlfriend had a friend lodging with her for a few weeks. When her boyfriend came over, we could hear exactly what went on. Alas, we felt pity for her more than anything. His performance was somewhat brief, then he’d immediately fall asleep.
She was a model, incredibly beautiful. Intimidatingly so. He was much less impressive. I often wondered how that underwhelming man managed to catch such an impress woman.
Marlin
I think that's what they meant anyway.
She woke me from a lovely sleep to tell me I wasn't having sex. What maniac does that ?
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