Dee is leaning back in her chair with a look of amused curiosity on her face, which quite frankly is the badge of those of us Who Know More Than You.

And that’s when a young, super-sexy man with rolled-up sleeves and arms covered in sleeve tattoos enters our classroom, rocking back and forth on his heels, biting his lower lip and smiling. It’s like he’s trying to seduce the entire class, and it’s working. Dee’s chair falls forward with a thump. There is applause.

Pablo Estavez waves and steps forward, with a loud and hearty, “Hi, there!” while Mr. Cavalier grins all the way to the front row seat that he takes with visible gratitude. No one in the history of the world has ever been so grateful not to have to talk sex with a grade nine class. He is nodding enthusiastically like Pablo is telling his favorite story.

“I’m here to talk to you folks about when someone really, really, really”—here he bends his knees and groans a little—“wants to hook up with you.”

Everyone giggles. Man, he’s got them wrapped around his finger.

“But”—he puts up a hand—“I’m also here to talk to you about when they don’t. Or when they change their mind, even in the last, last minute. And how it’s your job to make sure they are A-okay at all times. And I’m here to talk about how it is okay for you also to say, in any way you’re comfortable with, at any point, that you don’t want to hook up, or that you don’t want to touch, or that you don’t like how someone is touching you, or that nope, you’re done, even if you already said yes. Even if you said yes, yes, yes, yes—you can then say no. We’re talking about touching, and rubbing, and hooking up, but more importantly, consent.”

I am listening. Watching. The conversation is very one-sided for the first while. And then, slowly, people start scoffing to themselves. Mostly the dude-bros who sit with their legs spread wide apart. Those guys. But Pablo is waiting for this, and he cocks his head and says, What are you thinking? Like a gentle challenge. And the jocks with the spread legs start saying, Well, sometimes it’s really clear that they want it and you don’t need to ask. And then some of the class loses it and rolls their eyes and throws their arms in the air and groans, and others cheer and clap. And Pablo grins. Sure, sure, I get it. But you can find some hot way of checking in. Can’t you?

Man, say the jocks, I don’t know.

“I do know. I know you gotta. Check in often, and be sure you have enthusiastic consent. That is your goal.”