Have you ever done a “drive by”…?
You know, where you were so in love or infatuated with someone that you would literally drive-by their house and see if you could spot them?
Except, I didn’t have a car at the time – I had a bike.
So I slowly went up and down this girl’s street trying to see if she was home one summer. I’m pretty sure that I did it enough where the neighbors considered calling 911. I can only imagine the conversation:
Hello? Is this the police? … Yes. Yes. There is this strange skinny asian kid riding his beat up bicycle up and down the street. Yes. No. … … … … Yes, I’ll stay in doors.
Ok. I admitted it. Your turn.