Though we had never met face to face I had heard them many a nights having intercourse like their lives depended on it. When they approached we exchanged names and spent a few minutes making conversational bullshit. The boyfriend then grinned and asked if they kept me up at night. Against my better judgment (a common problem in my life) I replied that it was ok because the sound of their lovemaking synced up nicely with the sound of myself crying into my pillow. The two paused in awkward silence, not sure if they should laugh or just start walking away. I then tried to explain to the lovebirds that I was merely joking. They never talked to me again.