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Love Is Loud

During my first year of grad school, I had trouble finding a quiet place to rent that fit my budget. At one point, I crossed paths with a man who was newly divorced, had a large house in an upscale neighborhood, and he wanted to rent a room out, very cheap, to a live-in housekeeper. Friends and family were initially concerned for me, a younger woman moving in with an older, single man, but I wasn’t worried, he seemed like an ordinary guy and his profession, home, and neighborhood all suggested it was a safe place to rent. A month later, he met a woman on-line and they went on a date. On their second date, he invited her to stay the night. As I had plenty of studies to keep me busy, and it was a very large house, I didn’t think anything of it – what goes on behind closed doors was none of my business.

About two the next morning, I woke to the distant – but loud – sounds of giggling, spanking, and assorted moans and howls of ecstasy. My bedroom door was shut, and the landlord’s bedroom was on the other side of the house, but from the volume of their enthusiastic love-making, I could tell he’d left his door open. Figuring the appropriate thing to do was be patient, I did nothing. After twenty minutes of continuous noise, I decided to study a while and hope that things would quiet down. After an hour, although impressed by their stamina, I was too embarrassed to confront the pair and I retired to the loft above the garage where it was slightly quieter, if not totally insulated from the din, and got a few more hours’ sleep on the sofa up there. When I left for class the next morning, I didn’t encounter anyone in the kitchen (I guess they needed to sleep in, which, given their exertions the night before, made sense).

As the day wore on, I felt more and more uncomfortable about what had happened. They knew I was in the house… why not keep it down, or at least shut the door? I spoke to few friends about it, and their reactions varied from astonishment to horror and they convinced me to find a new place to live. When I considered explaining to my landlord exactly why I was leaving, I felt so awkward that I said ‘forget it, just load up the car while he’s at work, leave a note, and never go back’ – which is what I did. Maybe there was a polite way to confront him about the issue, but even if I’d found the right words to say, I would still have wanted to move out.

I stayed in the only motel I could afford while I looked for a new place to rent. The motel had roaches, but at least they were quiet. 0824-10

When I was college aged, I encountered the same dilemma of unintentionally hearing my hosts engaged in some rather enthusiastic lovemaking.  I honestly don’t think the love-screechers have any clue how loud they are.


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  • Michelle P September 7, 2010, 12:04 pm

    @jillybean, no of course I didn’t mean to take it to that extreme. All I was saying is that it wasn’t a good situation to start off with; and they were both rude. Sure I still want the right to vote, but what was wrong with the time that people got married before they had kids, didn’t go through relationship after relationship while having a kid with every one, and kids could actually play outside by themselves? Not to go off the topic and open up a whole new can of worms. I’m only 30 years old, not a ninety year old prude, but I still think it wasn’t a good idea for a young woman to live alone with an older man when their relationship was one of an employee/tenant. Still not clear on that one.

  • Kai September 29, 2010, 8:24 am

    I don’t understand why so many posters seem so intent on believing the man deliberately left his door open and made loud noises to get some kind of a reaction from the OP. I hope this doesn’t seem sexist, but most normal guys don’t think that deeply in that kind of a moment. He was probably just so preoccupied with getting sex that he completely forgot there was anyone else in the house.

    And I’ll be honest. I’m a bit of a prude. I’m the ‘no-sex-before-marriage’ kind of girl. But even I think the OP completely overreacted here. I would feel uncomfortable if I could hear someone having sex, but one uncomfortable moment is not enough to just run away, which is exactly what the OP did. She didn’t stand up for herself or even explain to the man what the problem was. She simply ran away.

    Sex is a fact of life. And this was the mans own home. He rightly believed that he was allowed to have female company over in his own home (and in his own bedroom). Again, I’d feel uncomfortable with hearing them have sex, but if he’s a decent guy, he might be mortified to learn that you heard him, and had you spoken to him reasonably, may have apologised and toned it down. But the idea of feeling unsafe simply because someone was having sex is ludicrous.

    Complete overreaction, and I sincerely hope the OP grows a spine.