make it Sharon Stone circa Basic Instinct and you got a winner.
Back in '93, I was living in L.A. - in a big gated community right on the border of Beverly Hills and West Hollywood - and living directly across the street/path from me (we're talkin' 50 feet at best) was Sharon Stone. This was post-Basic Instinct
, so she was pertty much at the peak of her popularity.
One day, I was walking downstairs in my apartment doing laundry, when I heard Sharon - with her blinds open, and the bathroom window wide open - taking a shower. I'm no freakin' Peeping Tom, but yeah, I paused to look.
So sue me (!).