Base 10
- June 8th, 2010
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Every heterosexual male has a system for rating women. More often than not, it is the Base 10 system, or some variation of it. It is difficult to innovate over the Base 10 because it is simple and functional. The existence of Hot-or-Not proves this. Unfortunately, what Base 10 fails to capture are differences in taste. One man’s 8 is another man’s 6, and vice versa.
Most of the seduction community wants to believe that there is a hard-and-fast metric for physical attraction. Apparently, evolutionary psychology tells me what makes my dick hard. There is a valid point to be made about the correlation between quality breeding partners and physical attraction. However, I’ve already laid into the narrow standard by which pick-up guys judge appearance. As as for evolutionary psychology, I don’t think homosexuals got that memo.
There is a fetish and preference for every quirk of physical appearance. Cultural and sub-cultural standards queer the meter. I have had women sneer at me in disgust, while others grope and catcall me.
My taste has evolved over time as my sexual experiences color my preferences. Being a fitness-minded man, I pay attention to different details than another guy might. Personally, I like athletic women. Preferably ones with big tits. Preferably fake. However, a little cushion is good for pushin’, and I’m pretty good at spotting whether or not a woman is a motivated fuck by the way she moves.
I don’t care how pretty she is, I refuse to fuck an inanimate object.
I had this discussion with a friend and he told me about his personal rating scale. He rates women by time of night. The earlier you would be willing to go home with someone, the more attractive they are. This clever system takes several factors into consideration: alcohol consumption, quality of trim, and relative value to the circumstance. It is also objective enough to be a standard. A 10:00 PM girl is always hotter than a last call whore. If she’s hot enough to actually cancel plans for, you’ve got yourself some premium trim.
My system is equally simple, and based on that other great passion of mine – Alcohol. My metric doesn’t rate women based on particular physical characteristics (i.e. measurements), but rather by their rarity, the intensity of their desirability, and how good you would feel in the morning.
Top Shelf (9-10) It’s nice if you can afford it, and you’ll go out of your way to get it. Rarity means being hard to come by, not to mention the added cost. However, most men will pony up if given the opportunity. Top shelf girls are 10:00 PM girls. Hell, these are three-martini lunch girls.

Call Brand (7-8) These women have distinctive character or good marketing. Fortunately, you can find them in almost every bar. Not a bad way to start off the night. Or end it. Call girls are midnight girls. Good luck even finding one after 1:00 AM, let alone one that isn’t about to be dragged home by her friends to vomit

Well (5-6) If you’re looking to get fucked (up), they’ll do. If you’re drinking out of the well, it’s probably late or you’re really hard up. You probably looked right past them when you first walked into the bar, and your opening line had something to do with bumming a cigarette at Last Call. Cheap and easy has its penalties, and you will probably feel awful in the morning.

Gorgon (<5) Absolutely unfuckable under any circumstance. Not even to further the species. When you look on them with sober eyes, you will probably turn to stone.
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I’ve come to accept the fact that I was never a 10 (or even an 8 ) and never will be. I’m good with it, actually. I can’t imagine going through life with every man’s tongue up my ass as I walk by – it would get old. I don’t need fake tits, since mine are a size D and that’s enough of pain in the ass to find a comfortable bra. Women don’t bother with ratings. He’s hot, which means he’s fuckable (granted he doesn’t open his mouth and ruin his chances) or he’s not. If he’s feeding me drinks, well then he may get a hell of a lot cuter by 10pm. 3 martinis at lunch? Wow. I’d be pouring myself out of there and if he’s cute.. well he will be my dessert.
There are degrees of fuckable. The conditions under which you would fuck one person over another demonstrates this.
I didn’t say breasts -had- to be fake, but I’ll take them if I can get them.
I love your honesty… it’s quite refreshing.