Dear Ms. Demeanor: My neighbor's sex life is interfering with my breakfast

By Jamie Lauren Sutton | July 14, 2010 - 7:19AM

Dear Ms. Demeanor,

While enjoying a lazy cup of coffee on a Sunday morning, I looked out my window to see my next-door neighbor ‘servicing’ her boyfriend while he was perched on the table.

I took my coffee to the bedroom and tried to forget about it, but now it seems to be as much a part of their Sunday routine as the Times crossword puzzle. One time is a funny story, I suppose, but weekly is seriously interfering with my view.

How do I get them to pull the shades without seeming like I am some sick voyeur?

Signed,

Sunday-not-so-Funday

Dear Sunday,

A weekly kitchen “bojo” is a new twist on the age-old New York stories of neighbors getting busy in full view of the entire city. I agree entirely that one time is a funny story and practically inevitable in the vertical village, but weekly verges on downright rude.

Pull your blinds or avert your eyes while you send an anonymous letter to your co-op board president or building management asking for mandatory shades and discretion.

If that fails, it will sadly be up to you to be discreet. You may consider one, but only one, "bojo brunch" for your nearest and dearest. Serve mimosas and éclairs.

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Ms. Demeanor is channeled by a longtime Manhattan vertical dweller and real-estate voyeur who writes under the pen name Jamie Lauren Sutton. She is here to commiserate, calm and correct. Please email your quandaries to [email protected].

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