The rollerblade pick up

Dedicated to Bern & April.
This story is a decade old. I hope you enjoy. In a last ditch effort to enjoy exercise I decide to take a roll through the neighborhood. As I pass the park company arrives. This bike companion decides to get to know me by asking what school I go to, what music I like, etc. Trying to be polite I answer his questions while picking up speed to try and lose him. He's on a bike and I'm on my rollerblades so this isn't an easy task. Another few miles pass and I grow more and more eager to get back home. However, I can't let him know where I live. This trip around the park is turning into an exercise prison and a painful reminder of the downside of trying to keep fit. Not only am I trying to get away I am also trying to stop on these blades which I haven't mastered.
He goes on to talk about an upcoming dance this Friday. It starts to get dark (as I've been on this journey for what seems to be forever). I ask "Shouldn't you be getting home?" He replies, "No, my mom's cool. I still have about ten to fifteen minutes."
Okay, it's time to put an end to this. He's popping wheelies to try and impress me so I will return the favor. I pick up speed and lunge for the stop sign ahead. My plan was to spin around the pole several times with one hand. Instead, I do a half spin and fall straight on my ass. Apparently, this adolescent embarrassed by this twenty something woman decides to ride off into the sunset. I guess it all worked out for the best since I had nothing to wear on Friday anyhow.