Basterdised from someone's lit essay: "You never know who's watching your every move."

Eeeek. Looks like I have another creepy stalker/admirer in the form of the mentally disabled boy next door. So not funny. Tonight he was watching me eat dinner in the kitchen, I had my back to the wall and my dad spotted him so I turned around and just waved to him before turning my back to continue my dinner. He did that a few times before too!

Sigh. Why do I always attract the super odd ones?