I’m all set up in my new apartment on the west side, which has been great. I’m getting to know my neighbors. Not in a “Hey, I’m Kate, I moved in next door here are some cookies,” but more in a “OK, sounds like guy to the left side of our building makes noises like he’s being strangled in 30 minute intervals, and woman to the right side of my room is either enjoying sexual activities, or is in some kind of trouble.” Every morning at around 8 am.
It is nice to be in a new neighborhood, though, after living in Stuyvesant Town for three years after college. The median age of the folks in this neighborhood is around 30-35, whereas my people in Stuy Town were typically old folks with walkers. And their noises included complaining constantly about us “young kids, moving in and terrorizing the place.” Grams next door did not look kindly upon me blasting my Top 40 tunes before I went out on a Saturday night.
I’m living with a European gentleman and while we’ve only seen each other twice, one of those times was yesterday when I came out to head to the gym, and he had come out of his room (how do I put this) naked… with a towel covering his nether regions. Yet, just over the front, so there was some lower cheek exposed. Two points: one, how do Europeans smoke, drink, eat whatever they want and never work out and still have perfect bodies? And two, yes, it’s a bit awk, but if it’s gonna happen I’d rather he resemble the statue of David than Dave Thomas, founder of Wendy’s. May he rest in peace.
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