Am I a bad kisser?

So it’s the end of the first date when both people are wondering if there is kiss potential. Both wondering, did we like each other? I was thinking that it had been an amazing date with a really nice guy. We had so much in common. Just as I’m thinking this he goes in for a hug but with his mouth open and tongue slightly extended past his lips. OMG! His eyes are already closed and he’s a foot away from my face. This is not what I was expecting. What should I do??

What I usually like in a first kiss is lips slightly parted with an eventual tongue touch. What I got was an open mouthed, hungry, tongue kiss. I didn’t even know where to put my mouth. His was so open that a normal kiss would have been impossible. So all I could do was kiss his lower lip, which resulted in his upper lip being pressed up against the side of my face.

It was probably the worst kiss I’ve ever had in my entire life (including elementary school) and has led me to question my ability to lock lips. I know it seems obvious that it was his fault but would an expert kisser have been better able to turn the situation—to transform a terrible kiss into a passionate symbiotic experience? After the kiss I got into my car and drove away. I made a left turn and pulled the car over. I immediately called my roommates and when no answer, I texted them. I needed confirmation that it wasn’t me. With no one to comfort me and ease my nerves I resorted to performing a series of air and hand kisses to review what I normally do. After a few minutes of passionately kissing the air and my left thumb and index finger I still wasn’t certain who was to blame. I always thought I was a good kisser, a self-proclaimed expert of sorts. This experience has really shaken me to the core.