I, anonymous, was forced to move after the break up of a ten year relationship because you, my older male voyeuristic neighbor, decided to stalk me once my ex moved out. Apparently you thought spying on me at night immediately after the dissolution of my relationship was some fantastical romantic overture, as well as camping out in your car to wait for me every time i came home. I suppose you thought that the bad brown hair dye would erase the 24 years you had on me. i began to fear for my safety as you escalated in response to my lack of interest. you started tracking me down and driving by me when I was around the neighborhood just to make it clear you knew my routine and that i couldn't escape you.
except now i'm living far away from you in a better place, and you're still just a miserable old pervert looking for your next target.