Assigning numbers for physical beauty is an exercise in futility and pointless
I do it as a figure of speech. The only thing that matters is what you think and feel at that moment of the paired XX chromosome in front of you. Nothing else. I prefer my 9 to be someone else's 6 because then that means there is less competition for her, jajajjaa. Maybe you want to find a like-minded mongerer who agrees with all your ratings, and then what? You either out hustle each other or you get bored at the same time.
The point is, there is no point to assigning numbers and listening to other peoples opinions about something that personal and which requires no justification. The most very basic fork in the road usually starts with something like, skinny chicas or fat chicas? Young ones or old ones? Straight hair or curly? Some guys adore the plastic lips, boobs and asses, obvio or the girls wouldn't be doing it, and other find it repulsive. Totally cool.
ALL my girls are 9's to me because I say they are, and that's all that matters. Sure, there are concepts of ideal beauty based on Greek purrfeckt proportion, but for the other 99.99998% of the imperfect people on the planet, it's simply a matter of what puts the tingle in your dingle.
Most of it is intangible, anyway. The more I like about a girl, the better she starts to look to me. Have you ever stepped back and taken an objective look at many if not most of the "beautiful" people in Hollywood? They are considered super attractive and desirable yet without their talent and magnetism, you would not even pay them a passing glance on the street.
Don't ever listen to anyone else's opinion about what YOU consider to be beautiful, within the bounds of legality and reason, of course. That what makes horse races and creates individuality, preferences and taste. The old saying, "There is no accounting for taste" is true, but it's not necessarily negative. Unless you are a haute couture fashion designer who makes a living off of selling what other people find attractive, no one ever has to justify what they physically do or do not like in another human being. The entire concept is rampant self-validation to justify one's own ego.
That is totally cool. I thought you found my Skater Chica for me at first
[QUOTE=MrEnternational;2595686]No idea if this chick is a 3, 7, or 11. All I know is that she came over this morning for a couple of hours for 150,000. She walked through the door, dropped to her knees, and started sucking my dick. Then she asked me if I wanted a massage. Then after the massage she fucked the brakes off of me and went to get a hot washcloth when we finished. Then she came and cuddled up next to me.
This chick was definitely one of the best GFEs ever. She had a very bubbly personality. She is smart as hell. Psychology student. Spoke good English and was telling me Albert Einstein quotes and shit. I was stunned. When we left out, she did not count the money. She just gave me a big kiss. Fuck repeating. I am thinking about marrying her, regardless of her being a 4 or 6.[/QUOTE]But it ain't her. She was working on her Masters in psychology, fluent in English, a competitive in line track skater, and a "nine" all day long, jeje. And I let her get away.
You fucked a couple thousand girls? Gross. JK. You should sell your plasma for antibodies. I hope you at least got the Hep be vaccine series. Look who I am talkin' to about vaccines, jajajjaa. Keep on Keepin' On!
Mansion Hotel In El Centro
[QUOTE=Belisaj;2595612]Newbie question but I keep seeing this brought up in previous posts without explanation but what exactly is the Mansion? Is this the same as Loutron? Because if you try to Google search this of course it's such a generic name it could mean anything from a neighborhood to one of many different buildings. Thanks.[/QUOTE]There's another Mansion Hotel opposite stoners park in El Centro as well. They have a balcony overlooking the park, and during the evenings lots of people are hanging out in the park smoking weed, doing coke, and drinking beers. It's a very popular place with the locals.