OH LAWD ABOVE!

So it turns out that the previous post's co-ed sleepover wasn't the first one. Awesome. So yes, we did have a meeting about it. The Artist got defensive really quickly and said that we were completely blowing things out of proportion and have "got it all wrong." And when The Teacher mentioned that we all knew that this wasn't the first sleepover, The Artist looked at her like she didn't know what she was talking about, but didn't deny it.
Each of us have been home and come out of our rooms or walked in the front door and startled The Artist. Every time we walk in on them, she jumps away from That Guy and acts like she doesn't want us to see or know what was happening. When that happens, it makes us wonder what it was we just walked in on. Her actions incriminate her.
Now our thing is that each of us should feel free to walk into any room in our home and not have to walk in on someone doing something they don't want us to see (dressing/pooping/showering aside). Also, this is an LDS apartment, and there are standards. Each of us moved in her BECAUSE of the LDS standards. No, we don't live by the BYU honor system (bleh) but there ARE standards. We know what they are, and we need to live by them. This needs to be a place where the spirit is welcome. Not much has been very Spirit-friendly lately and that needs to change.
We said that if there were any solutions that she had, we'd love to hear them. My solution was that there shouldn't be boys here if you're home alone. I felt it was inappropriate, and if you have to have someone else home, then there's less temptation to do things you know you shouldn't be doing.
I hate this solution. I'm often alone with J in the apartment, and we're FINE. Absolutely nothing happens, aside watching tv and eating ice cream. And our schedules are so crazy that we have limited windows in which to fit each other, and when we DO have those golden moments, my girls are rarely home. I don't enjoy hanging out with his entire family all. the. time., especially when I want to see just him. (I love them, I do; I just like him a whole lot more.) (J, I know you're reading this, please read it the way I meant it.) Just like I don't want to make him hang out with my family all. the. time. in order to see me. So now, when we want to hang out, it can't be at the apartment until someone else comes home.
I'm 23. I shouldn't need a chaperone. The Teacher is 24, The Young One is 19, and The Artist is 22. We shouldn't need a nanny, but this is clearly the only way to make sure that everyone is comfortable in their own home.
The Artist was passive-aggressive the entire time, and didn't say much except to completely agree without explaining anything or coming up with a different solution.
She said that That Guy said he won't be coming to the apartment at all anymore, so it shouldn't be a problem. (I'm perfectly happy with this news.)

Last night was part Rule Making and part Intervention. I think all we did was just make a new rule.