I live downstairs from an opera singer with a powerful voice. During the day, she practices her arias in her apartment. At night, she and her husband make love. Loudly.
I've grown oddly familiar with their most intimate sounds and habits. I could tune them out, I suppose, but quite frankly I'm fascinated.
I can tell you, for example, that when she finishes, she squeals and giggles, and then gets up and runs down the hall in the direction of the bathroom (our floorplans are the same).
I know his name is David. And that he's quieter during the act--only the occasional groan--but afterwards can't seem to stop talking, telling her things that I can't discern, but which invariably produce peals of hysterical laughter. It only takes him about 15 minutes to recharge. They're usually up long past my own 2 AM bedtime.
I guess when one works from home, sleep is not really that important...
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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That could either be comforting or psychologically damaging.
I would probably be damaged.
Hmmm. I think maybe some opera singer love might be good for the male ego.
I'm not sure if I'm embarrased, intrigued, or intrigued that I'm not embarrased. Sure glad you don't live downstairs from us...
I'm sure everyone has been on either side of that wall there ;)
Amy: I know...I think I'm past embarassed and just sort of fascinated. Also, it's not like I can get away from it...
Fiorella: Haha...so true... ;)
you have some interesting neighbors that's for sure! wish i had their sex life!
I wish I could deal so well. I have this situation with my next door neighbors and it's been driving me nuts. There's also nothing endearing about their interaction, or the cigarette smoke that comes after the ruckus!
so much better than the incessant barking of a dog!
alejandra - thanks for visiting my new blog. i'm sorry if i've given my readers a bit of a run-around. i'm so fickle!
i think it's hilarious that you live downstairs from an opera singer. at one point, i lived upstairs from one but she was old and never sang, just played the same records over and over again. i learned most of verdi's repetoire from that.
O...I'm so sorry, I'm a singer and I always want to send my neighboors baskets of fruit. Or even a sorry, I guess would work. Or some wine?
But I'm not currently having NEARLY enough sex to be loud, so I don't have to apologize for that problem.
She's having more fun than me.
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