Kissing Frogs

As an adolescent, there are certain activities that are a rite of passage; experiences that the vast majority of teenagers live through before they graduate high school. As I have shared, my childhood and adolescent's was anything but typical.   I rarely went to parties, and as for school functions, my friends had to drag me to them. So it may come to no surprise that I did not partake in your typical teenager party games, such as, spin-the-bottle, truth or dare, seven minutes in heaven and countless others.  I was always the spectator, wishing that somehow the cute guy will think I was pretty enough to kiss.
And the one and only time I played one of these games, I ended up in tears and was completely embarrassed.
I was about sixteen or seventeen and went to a classmates birthday party. We were all sitting in a circle, I think there might have been about 25 people sitting in a small living room. The game consisted of spinning an empty beer bottle, and whoever faced the mouth would then dare the person that had the bottom facing them. I sat within the circle, but I was not an active participant.  I was distracted and speaking with someone else when all of a sudden, I heard in Spanish, " I dare you to kiss Angela on the lips." At that moment, my entire world froze.
The room became silent ( at least this is how I remember it)  I distinctly remember him sitting in the circle looking at her and shaking his head, he then looked at me and said, " I will only kiss her on her cheek" I was devastated.  A  so-called male friend egged him on, saying, " come on, just give her a kiss, a small one." The guy laughed and said, " Don't be an ass, I am only kissing her on the cheek." He crawled towards me and placed his lips on my cheek.
At that moment, my world fell apart not only because I was not kissed but also because I was humiliated in front of everyone that attended that party. After the game ended, I called my parents to pick me up, while I waited for my dad, I stupidly told my guy friend how I felt, he could not understand why I was so upset and hurt. To him, nothing terrible happened, he was unwilling to show compassion. 
Now, years later, I am thrilled that I did not get my first kiss from some loser that had been swapping spit with other girls that night. In retrospect, I was actually lucky because in my 32 years of life I have never kissed a frog, and that is something very few people can brag about.