Maybe He Should Take Up Tricycling

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Story Sent in by Christin:

My cousin set me up with his friend, Peter. I spoke to Peter a few times over the phone before we agreed to a date. He said that he'd pick me up at my house on a Friday evening and take me out to dinner.

That Friday, I dressed up and prepared for Peter's arrival. It was a cool night, and I waited for him out on my porch. After a short while, he arrived, down the street, riding a skateboard. He rolled towards the curb, leapt up, miscalculated, stumbled, flailed, yelled something like, "Brraaauuugh!" and pitched forward, onto the sidewalk. He stretched his arms out to break his fall, but he fell hard and lay still.

I ran to him. He was bleeding from a few places and screamed a fair amount, but he wasn't busted up too badly. I brought him inside, helped him clean up, ordered a pizza, and watched a movie.

Afterward, I offered to drive him home, but he insisted on riding his board. As I watched him leave, he rode a few yards down the sidewalk before he lost his balance and fell again, but this time, onto the grass on a nearby lawn. I ran a little ways toward him and asked him if he was okay. He said that he was, but he picked up his board and walked away until he was out of sight.

We ended up as friends, but I'll never forget our first meeting.