Yes, it was horrible. I was 15, and had never even been hugged by a guy (other than family). I met this guy in school, we were talking. It was one of those "well, I could use a friend" things. We found out we lived close to each other, he asked if he could come over. I said sure. (Yea, a friend!)
I told my mom he was coming, she questioned what I was wearing (old crappy t-shirt). Anyway, he came over, never even tried to hold my hand. Then, out of nowhere, he kissed me. I was standing against a wall, and froze in fear when I realized what he was going to do. He french kissed me.
I was so freaked out I just went outside. He seemed to get that hint, and went home.
And to make it even worse, my mom saw. Later, I got a lecture about "If I kiss lots of people, people will think I'm easy."
How humiliating.