Hello...maintance!

Last week on a lazy Thursday afternoon, Kara and I were enjoying a quiet morning around the apartment. We made espresso, breakfast, and were just lounging around. Well one thing led to another and soon enough we found our way back to bed (surprise, surprise).

Our clothes were off, the windows were open, and we were having really hott sex. Suddenly we heard a noise. We stopped for a second, decided it must have been outside, and resumed our (somewhat noisy) sex. A few seconds later we heard a louder noise and a man's voice, "Hello...maintaince, it's Randy."

Fuck!!!!

I scrambled into some clothes (after slamming the bedroom door closed) and Kara hid in the bathroom. I went into the kitchen/living room area to see what the hell Randy was doing. He was tooling around with the thermostat in the living room and said, "I'm here to fix the air conditioner". Oh right the air conditioner wasn't working. I felt really awkward since I was certain he heard us having sex, my hair looked wild, I wasn't wearing a bra, and my face was flushed. Fan-fucking-tastic. I washed my hands nervously in the kitchen because I figured I probably smelled like sex. Finally he banged around on the AC and proclaimed that he didn't really know what is wrong or if it's fixed. Then he told me to close the windows and not to forget the ones in the bedroom (awkward). Finally he left.

WTF. I know that I left the landlord a note but I'm pretty sure they are supposed to call before they come over and have to let me know 24 hours in advance of thy will be in my apartment when I'm not there. Also if you enter an apartment and hear sex noises coming from the bedroom you should probably come back later!!!!!

Apartment Situation...

I'm a little worried about our apartment situation. Here is the back story.

I rent a one bedroom apartment. It's low income. I think funded partially by HUD? Idk. All I know is the rent is cheap and I had to qualify to live there. I moved in in August. Kara has never spent a night away from the apartment. She has officially lived there since October (aka started paying half the rent and finished her hostile takeover of the closet).

The apartments are infamously hard to get into...but I knew some people who had lived there and happened to know someone who was moving. Then when I filled out the application I name dropped Jesus and Vacation Bible School. Keep in mind I don't really identify as Christian but everyone I know who has lived there went to Christian College and the lady had Jesus pictures and stuff all over the office. Anyways she called the next day to say I got in.

Fast forward to now...mostly I'm just a little worried the land lady is going to find out that two people live in our apartment and that we're gay and then we'll have to move. Technically Kara's address is still with her parents but idk if the post office is really the deciding factor in these things... Also sometimes we have sex a little loudly...what if our neighbors complain or something?

Random things I worry about...oh the midwest. Have you ever had to name drop Jesus to get into an apartment?

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