Some of you may not know this, but Truvie is totally paranoid about her home security. Truvie had a very traumatizing experience when she was in college involving walking in on people burglarizing her parent's home. With this in mind, continue reading...

Truvie lives next to an older, single woman who has a boyfriend (or really, and old-man-friend) who regularly sleeps over. *gasp* I know, right? Fornicators! Anyhoo, Truvie and Dr. B are used to seeing this man's Honda in the driveway and noticing him taking out the trash or walking the dog in the early morning time. He seems pretty nice and the general consensus on the block was that our neighbor REALLY needed to get laid, so it's a win-win for everyone.

Well, Truvs had noticed this man looking in her mailbox on several occasions. It seemed a little wierd, but he's old. Maybe he was confused, or maybe he wasn't sure if he was at the right house. Our street has a Mediterranean theme and alot of the homes DO look like one another. Truvie has driven into the wrong driveway on more that one occasion, so this theory seemed plausible.

Well, today Truvie was home alone, cleaning up and doing little errands. While folding clothes on the couch, Truvs got that weird feeling you get when some one's staring at you. Laugh all you want, but Truvie has watched enough Oprah to know that you always trust your gut instinct. When the feeling didn't lift, she turned around to investigate and saw the old-man-friend STARING INTO HER KITCHEN WINDOW!!! His hands were pressed against the glass and everything! Oooky!

As soon as he saw Truvie, he turned and ran off. The neighbor and he WERE doing yard work, so maybe he just thought he saw something that he wanted to take a closer look at or whatever. Still, Truvs is totally freaked out! Should she say something to her neighbor? The police? It seems rude to blow the situation out of proportion when this neighbor has been so kind to Truvie and Dr. B- ignoring the late night parties, the 3am swims, the drunken sister trying to use her key on the neighbor's house instead of Truvie's, etc... Still, though. Now, Truvie is totally paranoid! If Miss T goes missing, I'll rely on all you Graceful Streeters to point the finger next door.

What's the best way to handle this? Let it go? Try and dial down the imagination? Get a gun? An attack dog? Restraining order? What about the children? Could he be dangerous? Have you ever looked in YOUR neighbor's window? Mailbox? Tell me it's not THAT weird!