Interesting.....

Your advice to unkissed men is to go seek the services of a professional who will be helpful, do only what is requested, and be, you know, professional.

Your advice to unkissed women is to go find the most sloppily drunken lout at a bar and put yourself in his path. He's going to have rancid bar breath, be slobbering, there's most definitely going to be to gue down your throat and you'll be lucky if he doesn't grab your boob (waaay too hard because he's drunk as a skunk) or your crotch and try to follow you home.

There's no way in hell you're going to enjoy this kiss. Zero chance. But HEY! at least the deed for done and you saved a few bucks; that's clearly the most important thing. Chicks are so lucky, amirite?

And oh yeah, there's a high probability that lout is going to spill whatever swill he's flinging around all over you as soon as he starts on one of those smooth moves you were fondly recalling and ruin your favorite, most confident outfit. So it's not exactly free, is it.

And all to get grossed out and disgusted because we women clearly still don't matter. As you said, it's so pathetic to be 25 and unkissed that you should sacrifice every shred of dignity and hope for a pleasureable experience, or even hiring your own professional (because it's not like male escorts are nonexistent) to rectify your patheticness as soon as possible and get that shit done.

And you men wonder why we women are quitting you.

Christ on a cracker. Fuck's sake.

Any woman's best bet for affection is to cozy up to a drunken skunk? Really? That's the best you've got? That's your hot advice? That? The hell?

Don't give up your day job.