In the movies they always show people climbing in and out of bedroom windows. The thing is bedroom windows are rarely located in places that make them easy to get into. When I was dating Shannah Weinnenhammer I’d climb through the window of her bathroom and slide into a belly flop onto the cold tile floor. There was nothing remotely romantic about it, looking up to be faced with a box of unused tampons and her heiness’s Throne. It went on like that for months. I’d wait for her parents bedroom light become replaced by the haunting flicker of their television’s zombie enducing grey-blue lights.