Maybe she was disappointed that I’m so young.
Oh well. I guess if any of the female dopers found the OP letter charming and would like to “get with this,” feel free to PM me.
Note: must be hot.
Well, that’s a disappointment. I was expecting it to be Cthulhu’s daughter who has finally left the family nest in R’lyeh to try to make a living in the wholesale fish business.
Actually, I have it on good authority that she is quite hot if you can get past that tentacles growing out of the face thing.
Hmm. No exclamation point this time. Must be srs.
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But a new one can begin, albeit started by someone else. We now need the Mystery Person you called first to be a Doper who hasn’t seen this story (Sh! It could totally happen!) who starts a new thread about living in a mostly quiet apartment block where there is a weird repetitive drumming sound (because that mystery is still unresolved), and she just received a weird, mad call from someone claiming to be under her… and so on (as per Attack From The Third Dimension’s post). This could prove interesting.
Especially if she happens to suspect the weird repetitive sound is coming 1502, so she decides to leave a hand-written note…
Where are the NaNoWriMo people when you need them?
Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a Mrs. Robinson scenario, my Wierd friend. Don’t be so quick to dismiss…
I sawthis in the newsand immediately thought of you.
The damned thumping has been going on all bloody weekend. It’s driving me nuts. I think now it might be coming from below. I would leave a similar note, but everybody I’ve ever seen getting off on the 14th floor has been either weird looking or an… urban type. So I think I’ll just call the cops.
What’s the difference?
4 months of forced sensitivity classes
Moot now, but I just wanted to say that I have huge difficulties with all matters romantic, and I still wouldn’t have been so timid about it. Best case scenario, you discover that you’re perfect soulmates, get married, grow old together, and have oodles of grandchildren. That’s a pretty good best case scenario. Worst case scenario, the two of you have completely incompatible personalities, and she’s unsuitable as a romantic partner anyway, in which case you spend about five minutes trying to figure out the noise, then give up and go back downstairs and never have to associate with her again. OK, five minutes spent with an unpleasant person, that’s not really all that bad at all. Intermediate case, you discover that you wouldn’t make good romantic partners for whatever reason, but you get to know a friendly neighbor a little better, and maybe have a bit of a chat in the lobby occasionally. That’s not as good as the soulmate scenario, of course, but it’s still good. And of course, in all of this, there’s still the possibility that you figure out the puzzling noise.
All in all, those seem like pretty good odds, to me.
She’s lying. She’s home all day on the phone (I called ### ### #### and I keep getting a busy signal). My guess is that she’s one of those phone-sex workers and she wants your junk because she’s all wound up from a hard day’s work.
On to the noise. If it’s continuous then think in terms of electrical items that run 24/7 in cycles such as a refrigerator. Mine makes all kinds of noise and it travels differently through the house.
Just to say, this doesn’t even come close to scratching the surface of 1% of the shadow of the worst case scenario. The crazy, it knows no limits.
But I agree with your general point that, the odds being what they are, initiating contact would probably be a good, low-risk idea.
Thank-you, op, for an amusing diversion to my work today and yesterday. I hope that you find a woman your own age who will make wonderful and easily understood noises with you forever.
But I’m afraid that the giant slobbering monster sleeping just outside the portal located in your ceiling will eat you tonight. Sweet dreams.
(When you’re about to be decapitated by those razor sharp teeth you’ll wish you’d pounded the old lady, though. Oh, well, that’s life.)
Aaron, you should take your note and rewrite it to your naked neighbor next door. Then get funky with her.
Sorry for the banal suggestion, but: when you hear the noise, can’t you go up (or down) a flight and take a listen along the hallway or whatever, to see if you can find the source? That’s what I do in my apartment building.
And Dinsdale, I’m only reading the thread now for the first time, so I wasn’t around when you originally posted this, but … I totally chuckled at (and agreed with) your mention of horses along the beach. 
Congrats on the threadspotting!
Eye of the beholder, and all that, but you’ve always struck me as the male counterpart of Shot From Guns. Perhaps you should ask her if she’d like to get with… er… that.
The roof-knocking saga is over. Keeping in mind the lengths of time I’m sure you spent on wondering how to appropriately contact this person I hope you can train yourself to not overthink these things.
As I’m sure you’ve concluded, the only thing left to do is to anonymously sign your naked-neighbour up to receive virtually any do-it-yourself yoga dvd’s that encourage practicing in the sun by a window.
And maybe some hand lotion.
This thread was utterly useless without Pics…