I dunno about you guys but I remember a lot of the details about the day that I first learned about sex. I was 12 years old and I was in school and a bunch of my classmates were hanging out in the school grounds post the lunch break because we had a free period and a lot of the kids were playing football or cricket on the playgrounds. Some of us those had another agenda in mind. One of us, George, had brought some cigarettes that he had stolen from his dad’s pocket and we wanted to try them out.
So we stood there trying to feel like men, but really 5 stupid pre-teens coughing in the smoke, and then this guy starts talking about girls and women. And the differences between us and them. He talked about boobs and va-jay-jays and what we have to do with them and the technical terms of what happens when us guys get a little too excited! The rest of us stood there like “teach me Obi Wan” and absorbed every word he had to say.
Suddenly girls weren’t icky anymore. They looked different to me. I brightened at every smile a pretty girl gave me, I wondered about what they liked and how they would smell like up close. And etc etc. LOL! And thus began an obsession!
Prompt from The Learning Network at The New York Times.