Rollerskating may well be a bad idea.
I met this nice Chinese-American guy at the Democrats’ meeing.¬† I gave him my card, and a couple days later he called me and invited me to this banquet thing he and his friends were having.¬† I wasn’t sure if it was a date or not, but I dressed up really well.¬† It turned out that there were only other women there, two of whom I even got into an argument about Mao with.¬† I was thinking it hadn’t been a date when he called me yesterday and asked me to go to this head-hunting/networkign thing.¬† It turned out it was on a Thursday so¬†I couldn’t go, but I told him I would have gone if it weren’t for the time conflict.¬† He called me today to invite me to a wine-tasting thing, which also turned out to be on Thursday, and then called back one minute later to suggest we go to a “retro seventies rollerskating party.”¬† In the spirit of trying new things, I said yes, despite thinking that rollerskating is something that would probably be embarrassing to me, if not dangerous.¬† I might well break my foot or something again.¬† It sounds mortifying in general.¬† Maybe I’ll call the guy back and suggest we do something else.¬† Maybe I’ll talk to Curtis about it, and we can arrange something less potentially humiliating.¬† Even go-karting would be preferable, and I know there is actually a go-karting place near my school, although I’ve never been.¬†
On another, freaky note, I had this dream that I went on a date on this guy, and we started having oral sex.  I noticed there was some sort of elastic brace, like some sort of sport brace for an injured ankle, around his penis, and asked him about it.  He was all embarrassed and upset.  He confessed that this brace was to make his erection stand up, and that he had some sort of sexual problem.  I was really sorry I had made him unhappy.