I was careful not to identify my gender in the letter for almost this exact reason, even though I assumed it would be a male upstairs. When I interact in text format with females that I cant see, they tend to fall in love with me. It’s a curse, really.
Never happens with females I meet in person…
Do not shit where you eat. Or fuck where you live.
Unless she’s hot.
The simultaneous humour and horror of this, combined with my instinctive urge to save my laptop from a delicious sugary death, resulted in my actually snarfing hot mocha.
Bravo HD!
WeirdAaron - Is the sound still there? If so, and your TV is the old CRT type, try unplugging your TV.
As for 1602 - You can’t go wrong having a drink with somebody who appreciates your humour. And really, the off chance that it works out and this is your “How we met” story? Truly worth the time and money. . .
I don’t have a CRT. Please, I’m young and overpaid…
I’m positive it’s not me, and that it isn’t some kind of incidental something-bumping-something-else. It’s a very precise musical bass sound.
This is only my first month living in the city, and my friend says so far it sounds like the pilot to a sitcom. You should hear the story of my next-door neighbor… well, actually you shouldn’t, because I haven’t found a way of telling that without me coming off as the creepy one.
If it’s not the upstairs neighbor then you have a poltergeist living between the two floors … and it’s stuck on a level of Band Hero.
If 1602 actually read that note, I bet she either didn’t understand it, or she’s a nerd. Are you okay with either of those outcomes?
If I weren’t shallow and pathetic, I’d say that any girl who recognized my correct usage of the word discrete is wife material – but that’s not the case, so I won’t.
Rather, I’m a self-depressive ball of anxiety who over-analyzes everything before I do before I do it to a point where by the time it comes around that I’d do something, I’ve already thought about it so much I felt like I’ve done it a thousand times, so I often don’t even do it.
That in mind, try to imagine how many dates I’ve been on, or how many girls I’ve even talked to.
Wow, this is an exciting drama!
Pity dates? I thought we stopped going on these in college.
You realize of course that you are now obligated to relieve the curiosity you have evoked.
And you haven’t said whether the sound is still there?
If so, is there a vent near where it originates?
The “Car Talk” guys always recommend a drinking straw to help nail down the origin of a noise. The idea is that you put the straw in one ear and plug up the other one. This way you can only hear the sound when the straw is pointing directly at the source.
Dear 1502,
TMFLDR. Knock on my door if you have an issue with me.
All the best,
1602
Abbreviated: Because of the unique physical layout of the building and the fact that all exterior walls are glass, under certain conditions I can, from *inside *my apartment, see into my neighbor’s apartment bedroom via a system of reflections I have no control over. I have not pursued access to this, it is just something I am presented with while walking past some times. I have seen her naked multiple times because of this. I have at varying times suspected that she is aware that I can see her, and other times I suspect otherwise (seems she does spend an atypical amount of time naked). I generally keep the blinds shut, now, both to avoid seeing the nakedness and because I figure that if I can see her, she could probably see me if she wanted to, so now whenever I am even semi-clothed I feel like I’m being watched. In my home.
I’m at work now, so I don’t know. I didn’t hear it in the morning, but I had the radio on.
No.
The ceiling and floor are concrete. This kind of simultaneously muffles, amplifies, and disperses the sound, I suspect.
Wait … you’re me??
Whew! Good, you’re not me. I’d never avoid seeing nakedness. Ok, well maybe not “never” never, but rarely.
Let me think about it.
Huh? What’s typical? My gf and I reside in a house, but we go around nekid quite a bit. I think it’s a good thing, personally.
Are we counting that cute chick from the Wendy’s drive-through window who’s probably underage?
Have I mentioned I have Doper crush on you? 
As you are a female, it is implied.
I need to know how this ends. Please let us know 
Yes I have no life of my own.
How about this: I’ve never seen her in reflect-o-vision with clothes on.