By the time you’re a grown-up, you should know what you’re doing with your lips and your tongue and your hands and your body when you’re kissing someone. And if you’re not popular and have had hardly any interaction with the opposite sex, well, then you’ve had a lot of time to think about it—to plan your every move for a time when the opportunity presents itself. Thus, there’s no excuse whatsoever for being a rotten kisser. That’s why I hate bad kissers. Especially women.