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"Maybe we all get dildos and silicone vaginas to practice on," I tell my girlfriend as we walk the final blocks to our date night: a combination blowjob/cunnilingus class at the sex shop Babeland. "I'm joking," I say, but I'm still a little hopeful.

I could run into someone I know here and it wouldn't be awkward.

The class itself, "The Art of Oral Sex," is pretty much Oral Sex 101, but while we've both had oral sex — with each other no less! Our two female teachers (who apparently teach all the classes, most of Babeland's stock is geared towards women), start by walking us through what their talking points are for the evening: communication, manual stimulation, oral and anal.

There are about 20 people in the class, mostly couples.

For some reason, I expected to walk into a tittering bachelorette party, but everyone is taking it so seriously they're just short of getting out notebooks.

A couple in their 40s eagerly await the class, the man wearing a Samuel L.

Jackson hat that he doesn't take off the whole time.

Otherwise everyone's in their 20s or maybe early 30s. As someone who would feel like a creep showing up at a cunnilingus class by myself, I salute these people. Then say what you just did." At this, she does a pretty good mock announcer voice and describes a hypothetical finger-in-anus situation as an example, which makes the whole class giggle and nod in agreement.They really pulled it off."Talk like a sportscaster," suggests the instructor. I realize they're using their own oral strategy on us (communicating to eliminate surprises) and it is totally working. I'm warming up to the whole situation despite the use of phrases like "throwing up on a dick" (in regard to why they don't recommend using numbing spray in your mouth), explicit use of an anatomically correct giant vagina and the instructor's enthusiastic dildo blowjob demonstrations.But just as I'm feeling like this whole thing is way less awkward than I thought it would be, I look over at my girlfriend. Her only quote of the evening has been to tell me, "You're doing that wrong, idiot," much to the delight of the middle-aged woman next to us, when I tried to form a rudimentary hand vagina (just a C-shape with my hand, as far as I could tell) to practice licking.After a break for much-needed Prosecco, we jump right back into oral sex and anilingus.They explain that despite how different they look, our organs are very similar.The head of the penis and the clitoris start out as the same tissue in the womb, for example. We don't get fake genitals to practice on, but we do get lollipops, and the other pupils are insistent on getting their favorite flavors (chocolate and blueberry), so much so that only cherry and pomegranate are options by the time the bowl gets to us.