It's true. Well, I don’t climb trees or creep around the neighborhood in search of a thrill, but I cannot resist the urge to peek into windows with open blinds. And, peek is an understatement, it’s more of a full-blown stare.Every night, Rey and I take our nightly stroll along a two mile path that runs through the middle of our tiny piece of suburbia. Our development is cut in half by a marsh, and the path runs right along it’s side, flanked by houses. Houses and houses, as far as the eye can see; and the majority without window coverings!
As we walk, I put on my “Tom” hat and ogle into every window we pass. (And, to point the finger, Rey is worse than me). But this peeping is serious business. By the time I pass a house, I know wall colors, floor plans, what the family ate for dinner by the crumbs on the plates in the sink.
I’m not even sure why I’m divulging this, it’s definitely not something to be proud of. I suspect I’m fishing for someone to say, "Don’t worry, Leila, I do that too! You’re not crazy."
Or, maybe I’m just a freak. But if you leave your windows open, you’re asking for it!
2 comments:
Net curtains are the answer.
It is my husband's wet dream to see miles and miles of unguarded windows. He is such a voyeur! No, you're not alone.
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