Drive-bys
From the title most of you are probably thinking this is going to be a very hood and gangsta blog post–clearly because I embody both of those so well. But no, I am not talking about the drive-bys that killed Biggie and other various people on the street, but rather the kind that all girls do but are afraid to talk about.
Drive-by (drahyv bahy): the act of driving or passing by the presumed location of a guy or girl one finds themselves interested in (see: mild stalking).
We’ve all heard the phrase: “There are two kinds of people in this world: people that piss in the shower, and dirty frickin liars.” The same is true of girls and drive-bys. If a girl says she’s never participated in a drive-by, she is a compulsive liar and borderline schizophrenic (clearly her other personalities did the drive-by and she just has no recollection of it). Either way, probably not someone you want to get involved with.
Drive-bys begin at an early age. It is a common misconception that the earliest a drive-by can occur is when a girl reaches legal driving years, but that’s what I’m here for–to explain things to you otherwise not so bright and cultured individuals. Remember on the playground when you hated the monkey bars but that boy with the bowl cut was always hanging around them so you were all, “Hey, let’s play tag by the monkey bars!” to your friends? Drive-by.
Ever taken the hall pass for a little stroll to the opposite side of the school to glance in another class’s window to see the love of your 12-year-old life? Drive-by.
But when a girl gets her hands on a license and a car–this is when drive-bys can border stalkerish tendencies and should never be done within a 5 mile radius of a police officer or state trooper not chugging syrup (points if you get this reference). For some unbeknownst reason, a girl can achieve high levels of euphoric bliss simply by driving by the guys house she likes. It’s the combination of the butterflies in the girl’s stomach and the thrill of knowing if you’re caught, you’re in big trouble because you’re likely never to get a date again the rest of high school.
I recall a time in 11th grade when a certain gay best friend and myself both had a crush on the same guy and decided to do a drive-by. Here’s where the lunacy deviates from it being a standard drive-by: we didn’t know where he lived. We knew what neighborhood and what kind of truck he drove, but not the exact location. So we spent 30 minutes driving around trying to spot his truck to give us a giggle. Clearly we could have just looked up his address in the school directory, but we were fun loving teenagers, not obsessive stalkers.
I guess my point of this post is to say that drive-bys are fun and, if done less than three times a night, relatively harmless. Do not be ashamed–embrace them. Take it as a compliment if a high school girl or starving college student is spending their precious summer job money on gas to simply take a glance at your car and not even you. It’s not a big deal–stop freaking out. In fact, it’s the opposite of seriousness: “Oh I swear to you, I’ll be there for you, this is not a drive-by.” So, by Train’s standards, drive-bys are for people you don’t care about… Well there went my whole attempt at helping you better understand it.