I Was Getting My Chops Down

At home, in a family that according to Wikipedia, typically aligns with being middle class, based on my parents' professions, talking about sex was less common than having the queen round fatigue. Our biology teachers, however, were given the sad job of teaching us about the birds and the bees - which is an old fashioned term for sexual relationships. And we could say, I was getting my chops down. I was practicing. It might seem young, but really all we did, apart from that, that kiss, we ignored each other for the majority of the school day, and then spent the evening on MSN messenger learning how to flirt like a Brit.