Exhibitionist turns voyeur?

Listening to Maxwell's BLACKsummers'night and feeling really good today. Received 2 pleasant calls; one from someone very dear and special to me, the other from someone very dear and special as well, but not in THAT way. Will be going to din-din in NYC some night later this week. Should and will be lots of fun...and wine, I hope. Anyways, back to exhibitionist turns voyeur. Instead of letting someone peer into my sex life, this time I peered into someone else's. I haven't done this before, I don't think. OK, well, maybe once or twice. Waking up to a voicemail on your cell of moaning and expletives is definitely a wonderful way to start the day. I think I must've listened to the message about 6 times already. But what does enjoying the message say about me...and isn't an exhibitionist becoming a voyeur actually reinforcing the label of exhibitionist? After all, by letting you know that I enjoy peering through a peephole into your life, I'm exposing myself...