For the first week or so, I figured the walls here were pretty thick because I heard very little from my next door neighbors. Occasionally, when I'd be in my bathroom, I would hear a muffled gross sound from their bathroom.
But I could deal with this. Because people need a place to make gross sounds.
Besides, the gross sounds were contained to the bathroom. This was an improvement from an apartment I had lived in when I was in my early 20's, where the walls were so thin I could lie in bed and hear the guy next door pee.
Guys tend to pee very loudly. I think it has something to do with the whole standing up thing, like maybe some physics concept about the distance from the opening to the water and velocity or something? I don't know, but dudes pee way more loudly and forcefully than we ladies do (although they don't go about 73 times after only 2 glasses of wine, so they've got us beat there). My neighbor, however, must have also had a giant whale-bladder, because he was an exceptionally heavy pee-er. Every morning, I woke to the sound of the guy in apartment 39 taking a leak.
So muffled bathroom sounds heard only in the bathroom of my new apartment were not so bad.
But when I woke up one night around 12:30, six weeks after moving in, I learned that the walls were not as thick as I had thought.
I'm a very light sleeper, so I sleep with a white-noise machine. It was humming away, doing its white-noise machine thing when I awoke. But as I tried to fall back asleep, I picked up on a noise below the din that, once I heard, I couldn't un-hear.
The people next door were definitely having sex.
My first thought was that this was very icky and intrusive, to be overhearing someone doing private and intimate things. But then I was hit with a worse thought as I realized that, if I could hear THEM having sex, then they had quite possibly heard ME doing the same.
I dragged a pillow over my head, embarrassed for them and for me. I stayed that way for as long as I could, giving my neighbors a decent window to finish their business. When I finally pushed the pillow off my sweaty head, I listened.
I listened hard.
It was quiet.
Although, I swear, I think I might have heard that guy pee.