My cup of tea dating
When I was eleven I passed the exams to attend the high school where Mum was a teacher.
Fortunately for me I was never in her classes, so none of the other kids saw the connection, other than remarking that we had the same surname.
Regardless of the outcome, mud sticks, and Mum would have lost the respect of staff and students.
Fortunately a couple of boys who were bigger and braver than me, told the bully outright that he had crossed the line, and in future he was to stay away from our group.
I knew about sex of course, or at least I thought I did, but like most kids it had simply never occurred to me that my own parents did 'it', but from then on I never again saw my Mum in quite the same light.
Needless to say another boy had to go one better, and claim he had barged into the bathroom when his Mum was washing herself.
When I was nineteen, I injured my leg playing football, and needed surgery.
In the hospital I hit it off with one of the nurses, a beautiful brunette named Andrea, and after I was discharged we started dating. We had only been married fourteen months, when Dad succumbed to the lung disease that had seen him pensioned off from the armed services.
Something I hadn't expected was the way many of the older boys made lewd remarks about the lady teachers.
It did annoy me a little when my Mum was referred to in such terms, but I soon got used to it, and at the same time I felt secretly proud that she was so attractive.
There was one particular bully boy who was always trying to big note himself, and I came close to fighting with him a couple of times when I thought he was overstepping the mark, except that he was way too big for me to handle.