This is not funny, but it amuses me a lot: I like spying on my neighbors. I’ve discovered this occasionally, while I was watching the moon through my new binoculars. One night I pointed the binoculars the wrong way, and saw Fred watching TV in his living room across the street. Don’t worry, I’m not a freak, I only watch harmless things like cooking or eating. Besides, the other neighbors have some dense Bali vertical blinds, so I can barely see anything through them. It’s only Fred that I’m watching and he knows. I felt like telling him my little secret. I believe he likes to be watched. So, we have a match, haven’t we?