I made a new friend about a month back. We kept running into each other while she walked her Boston Terrier. I love her dog. He is so cute. We live in the same building.
We talk each time we see each other, so one day we did the swapping of telephone numbers. Me, not wanting to look like a lesbian took a while to call her.
I did. She's invited to my Cupcake hour, if that ever happens. Then I needed her email address, emailed her, she replied back, then I saw her address on her email signature:
She lives directly below me. Then in a unthoughtful second, I replied back to her, telling her this news. Why, did I do that? Why?
She replied back with the below:
"OMG THAT IS YOU!!! You keep me up at night! I was wondering when that person was going to move out. I thought there was a small family up there? Do you have all wood floors?"
No, I don't have wood floors and I don't have a small family. Then she says:
"So funny there was a while there I was hearing stuff at like 5 am and such."
Yeah, my live-for-his-job boyfriend sometimes leaves at that time and he is loud.
"Are you having sex on the floor, too?"
If I were a White person, I'd be so red right now.
I will admit that there was a time that I went crazy and moved furniture at midnight on a Wednesday. There are the times that I do run up and down the stairs in a fury. Yes, I dance like Dance Party USA with my music real loud (because that's the only way to do that). Some would say I act like a monkey when giddy. When I cook, sometimes things fall and hit the floor--like the dumb pan that never wants to leave the cabinet w/o a lot of force. Yeah, and I trip a lot.
But S-E-X? On the floor? Did I? Did we? Come on, now--my bed is on the second floor of my apartment and there is no way she could hear that well (is she Wonder Woman?)...
Oh..but there was that time
There may have been a time, it was a Sunday, during football season, when Incredible made a 'bed' on the floor because he just had to get some. What can I say, besides football turns me on? I joke.
I'm so embarrassed. Needless to say there will be tip-toeing from here on out. And we will fuck on egg shells.