peeping tom

Last night the man and I went out for dinner and drinks with friends who were in town on business. We had a few beers, laughed about common friends, and had a good solid time hanging out, enjoying ourselves.

Afterwards, the man and I went home and relaxed. We changed into pjs, lit a few candles and started winding down in the bedroom. That is, until I noticed a man peeping in the window at us.

I thought my mind was playing tricks on me after a few beers and general tiredness, but no, I confirmed that there was someone standing there, peering into the barely-there space between the shade and the window pane and I yelled. "Whoa. Whoa!" The peeper realized I saw him and bolted.

My man threw on clothes and went outside to "make his presence known" (about which I scolded him later... "What if the guy had a gun or weapon? What would you have done?") but there was no sign of the guy. Creepy.