I really hate the guy who lives across from me

He keeps staring. The only windows facing mine are his kitchen and bathroom windows. And he's out there all the time, moving his hands below the half-curtains. I really hope he has a cat that lies in the windov a lot.

A while ago I realised that he can see straight into my bedroom from his bathroom. How did I realise this you ask? He stared at me from his bathroom window with the lights on as I was standing in my bedroom one lovely evening.

I shudder at the thought of the 1,5 years of living here where I didn't know that he could see me.

This isn't some sort of freaky staring contest between two weirdos, though. I promise! It all started with the lingerie incident 2,5 years ago...

In hindsight, it was probably a really bad idea to make myself a cup of tea wearing a lovely, see through set of underwear in dark red with all kinds of little sparkly bits and ruffles, but I was really slim and fit at the time, the underwear had been a present and I was still so caught up on how nice I looked in it that I didn't waste a lot of time with thinking.

The kettle was in the window and it was at night. I stood there to wait for the water to boil, vaguely aware that something was wrong. I looked up. The guy was in his window. It took me a few moments to understand that he was looking at me, and another few moments to understand why. By the time my brain caught up with me, the guy had turned off the lights in his kitchen.

I peeked out from behind the wall where I was hiding and looked at his dark windows. He was still standing there, staring at our stupid kettle.

For some really stupid reason, I forgot all about it. I gained a LOT of pregnancy weight, then lost most of it. A year after the lingerie incident, on my way back from the grocery store, he jumped up from the bench he'd been sitting on and ran after me. I'd been eating chips from my way home (celebrating loosing so much weight after gaining it pretty fast?) and was just trying to open the door to the house we share. It's a big house with a lot of apartments, built around a small yard full of trashcans.

Creepy guy: "Hey, could you let me in as well, sweetheart?"

Me: *staring at him with my mouth full of chips*

Him: *joyfully pretending I'm not staring at him and standing very still* "great!"

I did let him in of course. He was very close and I couldn't really avoid it. He's spoken to me a few times since then, always managing to sound creepy.

I've now hung a bedsheet in the window. Whenever I go to the kitchen and notice him staring, I stare back while very purposefully closing the sheet across the window.