Women Share Their Encounters With the “Nice Guys” Who Turned Out to Be Creeps

When fences become mere suggestions to a peeping Tom, you know privacy’s officially checked out. Sunbathing in peace is apparently too much to ask for from Mr. Neighborhood Watch. It’s not a show, it’s not an invitation—it’s a backyard, not a stage. There’s nothing subtle about his disregard for personal space.

Perhaps it’s time for a reality check that doubles as a restraining order. Here’s to hoping he finds a new hobby that doesn’t involve binoculars, or, better yet, an introduction to the concept of consent. And maybe a lesson in optics — the only thing he should be focusing on is how to respect boundaries.