Privacy~
I had this roommate once. We didn't always get along. In fact, there were times when I really couldn't stand her. One particular time comes to mind...
There were four of us, actually. Two of which were twins. We shared a small year-round camp while in college. The tiny attic had two...I guess you could call them rooms. Mine was at the back. There was only one way into my sleeping area, and that was right through the twins' room.
You have to picture this place. It looked more like a doll house than a real one. Everything was scaled down. So, when you walked through the twins' room, your leg inevitably brushed against Sally's (name changed to protect the uhh...perpetrator??? She certainly wasn't innocent, as you will soon see. *g*) bed. It was the ONLY way in or out.
Imagine the lack of privacy with this set-up. I mean, having someone like a boyfriend over might be an awkward affair. Right? You want to get all intimate and there's Sandy, all snug in her sleeping area with her ever-present romance novel in hand--this was before I started writing them--only a curtain door between you.
Now, most people might have called through the curtain and said something like, "Hey, Sandy, mind giving us a little privacy?"
Sigh, no such luck. It started with the sloppy, lip-smacking kisses. I frowned up from my book, shook my head and thought, they know I'm here. I just spoke with them. What are a few kisses? I put it out of my mind and turned my attention to the book in-hand.
Then came the rustling...like lots of rustling. And, was that a zipper I just heard? My book lay forgotten in my lap. OMG! Sally just MOANED! And there was more rustling and more zipper sounds and I franticly looked around my room for some sort of escape, but the ONLY WAY OUT IS RIGHT PAST SALLY'S BED! As in my leg was going to have to brush up against that bed with them in it. And, they were NAKED. I know this because I heard the zippers! Eeeeewwwww! What do I do? Do I brave burning my retinas on their naked flesh? Oh, God, the bed is SQUEAKING! I can't walk right past them! I could just picture it. "Ummm, excuse me. Can I just slip...uhh, thanks. Have fun."
Yeah, so I sat there. In my room, my book completely forgotten, my stomach churning with nausea. I don't want to be there. But, I REALLY don't want to SEE what is going on. I wanted to rant and scream. I wanted to storm out there and yell, "What's the matter with you people?" Instead, I put my hands over my ears and waited. And, prayed this wouldn't be a marathon session. Oh! The horror! I think I've been scarred for life. There were nightmares for weeks after this ordeal.
PRIVACY, people. Sheesh!
Got any events you wish you weren't exposed to? Do tell.
Sandy :-)
*April 28, 2007 at Sandra's Goings On - Guest Blogger, Leslie Dicken ~ Secret Intentions
There were four of us, actually. Two of which were twins. We shared a small year-round camp while in college. The tiny attic had two...I guess you could call them rooms. Mine was at the back. There was only one way into my sleeping area, and that was right through the twins' room.
You have to picture this place. It looked more like a doll house than a real one. Everything was scaled down. So, when you walked through the twins' room, your leg inevitably brushed against Sally's (name changed to protect the uhh...perpetrator??? She certainly wasn't innocent, as you will soon see. *g*) bed. It was the ONLY way in or out.
Imagine the lack of privacy with this set-up. I mean, having someone like a boyfriend over might be an awkward affair. Right? You want to get all intimate and there's Sandy, all snug in her sleeping area with her ever-present romance novel in hand--this was before I started writing them--only a curtain door between you.
Now, most people might have called through the curtain and said something like, "Hey, Sandy, mind giving us a little privacy?"
Sigh, no such luck. It started with the sloppy, lip-smacking kisses. I frowned up from my book, shook my head and thought, they know I'm here. I just spoke with them. What are a few kisses? I put it out of my mind and turned my attention to the book in-hand.
Then came the rustling...like lots of rustling. And, was that a zipper I just heard? My book lay forgotten in my lap. OMG! Sally just MOANED! And there was more rustling and more zipper sounds and I franticly looked around my room for some sort of escape, but the ONLY WAY OUT IS RIGHT PAST SALLY'S BED! As in my leg was going to have to brush up against that bed with them in it. And, they were NAKED. I know this because I heard the zippers! Eeeeewwwww! What do I do? Do I brave burning my retinas on their naked flesh? Oh, God, the bed is SQUEAKING! I can't walk right past them! I could just picture it. "Ummm, excuse me. Can I just slip...uhh, thanks. Have fun."
Yeah, so I sat there. In my room, my book completely forgotten, my stomach churning with nausea. I don't want to be there. But, I REALLY don't want to SEE what is going on. I wanted to rant and scream. I wanted to storm out there and yell, "What's the matter with you people?" Instead, I put my hands over my ears and waited. And, prayed this wouldn't be a marathon session. Oh! The horror! I think I've been scarred for life. There were nightmares for weeks after this ordeal.
PRIVACY, people. Sheesh!
Got any events you wish you weren't exposed to? Do tell.
Sandy :-)
*April 28, 2007 at Sandra's Goings On - Guest Blogger, Leslie Dicken ~ Secret Intentions
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posted by Sandra Barkevich at 4/04/2007 11:36:00 PM
10 Comments:
Yikes! That was like college- sharing one single room with another person. That was not a lifestyle I could get used to, that's for sure! I need my space!
I'm convinced that the worst thing in the world is having to listen to other people have sex. Ack!
That would have drove me nuts and drove me to move out. Either that or i would've strangled them. I like my privacy though now i have kids i have none.
That is wrong on oh so many levels. I am so private when it comes to that stuff that I cannot imagine having sex with my roomate basically right there.
I would have told them to get a room, but I suppose they were in a room. lol
OMG it was like you were telling my exact same story of when I was in college. I was listening to CDs in my bed but what made it worse was that I was in a bunk bed and the bed started moving and I heard squishy noises, I didn't know what to do. If I crawled down the ladder I'd just end up seeing more. I couldn't believe they were doing that with me in the room, they knew I was there, I would have been happy to leave if that's they had simply told me of their plans. I would have gladly slept in the hall. ew.
Actually...yeah. I was in the bathroom of a tavern/restaurant one Saturday night. It was only about 9pm...I was in the bigger of the 2 stalls. I heard the door...and while I am not kidney shy to the point of being unable to perform...I prefer to be alone, of course.
I realized pretty quickly it was more than one person...and they both crashed - drunkenly and noisily - into the stall next to me. Then? You guessed it...one of them was most certainly in the wrong bathroom! There were zipper noises and all the rest...moaining, laughing, slurred icky talk...oh my God! Seriously. How drunk must you be?
I hightailed it, man!! I was outta there in two seconds flat. And no...I did NOT stop to wash my hands. Sorry, Mom.
Loving the twist on privacy--their privacy vs. yours. Loves it.
And, you make it seem like you haven't done that. ;)
Courtney ~ LOL. I never got to experience the dorm thing. But, it was almost the same, having four of us rent a house. Let's just say I was thankful when we moved to a bigger place and I got my own room. A real one with a door...
Of course, that was the place I caught her twin sister watching me through the crack in the door that separated our rooms! She was the scary one. Boy, do I have stories!
Sandy :-)
Sandra Barkevich - Romance Author
*April 28, 2007 at Sandra's Goings On - Guest Blogger, Leslie Dicken ~ Secret Intentions
queeniecarly ~ I have to agree. It was soooo not what I wanted to hear. Not from those two. Blech!
neurotic mom ~ Ahhh, kids. I dread the day I accidentally walk in on my son...er, you know. Right now, he's just a baby. But, he'll have those urges one day and I really, really, really hope I'm not the one who catches him off guard, so to speak. ;-)
evey ~ I didn't know what to say. I mean, they KNEW I was there. And, they KNEW I was awake. We had just spoken. And, they KNEW I would have to brush up against her bed to leave. They KNEW and they still did it. EEEEeeeeeewwwwwwww!
Sandy :-)
Sandra Barkevich - Romance Author
*April 28, 2007 at Sandra's Goings On - Guest Blogger, Leslie Dicken ~ Secret Intentions
tarametblog ~ OMG! ROFL! That is soooo much worse than mine. I don't know what I would have done if I'd felt the bed moving. Gah!
c~ Eeeeewwwww! That is Eeeeewwwww on soooo many levels, but a PUBLIC BATHROOM? Have they ever SEEN one of those? I can't even bring myself to sit on the toilet, let alone getting naked and kissy and doing it! GROSS!
durante vita ~ Thanks, I always have such a hard time coming up with ideas for these topics. I never thought my misadventures would be so entertaining. ROFL! I have so many! And, no, I have NOT done the nasty while there was someone awake in the same room...Passed out drunk? That's another story, that will not be told here. ;-)
Sandy :-)
Sandra Barkevich - Romance Author
*April 28, 2007 at Sandra's Goings On - Guest Blogger, Leslie Dicken ~ Secret Intentions
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