This was exactly what it was like the first time I was invited to a "party." I was 13 and figured it would be like the shit you see on Nickelodeon. A table with chips and whatnot, and everyone dancing to some nondescript music. I get there with my 2 friends and there's 6 girls, 3 of which are all named Megan. We're all sitting down on the big couch watching MTV, TLC's Red Light Special was on at the time.

The parents leave with a "behave kids" and as their car pulls out, the girls go nuts. They run up in the bathroom and start sharing a cigarette talking about how cool they are. Then they start talking about playing spin the bottle and this and that. The whole time, I'm shitting bricks.

So it ends up with the girls making out with my two friends as I'm acting like the last thing on my mind was to make out with some chicks. One girl was hitting me up hard, "come on, let's make out." "Pfft, nah I'm alright" I replied. "What's wrong, you don't know how to french?" "What the heck? Yes I do, I just don't want to do it right now." The night ended with me walking home, forever alone, after I spent 7 minutes in heaven with one of the Megans who couldn't stop looking at her watch and asking "is it over yet?"

If there was one thing in my life I could go back and change...