I found out where my T lives online (she's listed in the phone book, so it wasn't like I went out of my way to figure it out). I drove by twice, years ago, when I was pretty sure she wouldn't be home. I felt so icky about it that I never told her. I don't really have any urges to drive by anymore; at the time, it was a way for me to try to feel closer to her.

I think you're wise, screenager, for not driving by for now. Sometimes my curiosity feels insatiable, and feeding it only makes it hungrier.