I think 10s are thrown around too often. I have only seen one 10 in my life. You know how I knew she was a 10? I could not believe I was looking at a woman that looked that good - and she was just strolling through the mall. But that's not how I knew she was a 10. I knew she was a 10 because every man, woman, and child starred at this woman as she walked through the mall and they didn't stop until she was out of sight. I've never seen anything like it.[/QUOTE]
A-fricken-men brudduh
I also have seen very few 10's - ANd here is the shameful gut wrenching part about it that I have never forgiven myself for.
I was 14 years old in Bali. I had just gotten laid for the first time by 2 javanese college girls - 25 yr olds. One was an HB8
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the other an HB6
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ANyway I got broken in, had a little bit of game, and spent some evenings in the bar scene.
Then, one night having a beer with my dad and his friends, there she was - Paloma - a 20 yr old spanish girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. Just Amazingly beatiful in every way . . . and, she was smiling at me.
There were two dodes sitting with her that looked like bf's. I was too intimidated and shy to approach. She kept smiling and raising her drink at me. My dad and his friends were loosing it, telling me to get over there etc. It was too much pressure from every direction.
FInally she left. I ran out into the street and found her. SHe told me her name, and the two guys were her brothers. SHe wanted to meet later for drinks. I was in love. I ran back and told my dad. I went to the club she said at the time she said. I never saw her again. I was devastated. I vowed that day never to let approach anxiety ever stop me again. I'd rather get a "No" than not know.