When is a “7” not actually a “7”? Many guys rate women on a basic 1 to 10 scale, with a 1 being an atrocity and a 10 being, to say the least, a very nice looking lady. Some guys rarely give out tens, whereas other guys give tens to anyone with a pretty smile and tight clothes. Some guys see the weather in Fahrenheit others in Celsius.

Anyway, last night my roommate had a girl coming over. She had told him that she was with a friend who had just broken up with her boyfriend. Naturally, a two-set is a tough get for any guy. He asked me to be the wing man for the evening. I normally would have no problem doing this but I was already a few beers and a few hits deep, with 24, LOST, and South Park still needing to be watched. But being the good friend and roommate that I am, I agreed to occupy the friend for a while.

He got picked up from our friends place and sent me a text telling me that the girl was a 7. My natural reaction was “oh nice, a seven.” I have kind of a strict scale. I rarely give out tens, and if you’re a 7 or an 8 I could get away with calling you hot. So a seven is nothing to frown upon. Then I realized who was giving me the rating. My roommate and I don’t always agree on the particular rating of certain, random girls. The fact is, he likes skinny dark haired girls as opposed to the well endowed ones that get my sweet tooth going. Many times we’ve been at a bar and he’s called out a girl as “hot” and I look around like an idiot finding a hot girl that doesn’t seem to exist. It’s just a matter of taste. We like different flavors.

Anyway, I came back to the apartment expecting something less than a seven. A six would have held my attention. A five would have started up the tv shows. When I opened the door I saw a tall, blonde girl, with good assets. Solid seven. Maybe an eight on the right day with the right outfit.

Nothing happened for me that night. I’m a pussy. I’m really rusty. There was a time where I was slapping singles, doubles, and triples all over the place. Now I’m in a bit of a slump. That’s what happens when you go off steroids. Steroids being drunk college girls. Anyway, that’s another story for another time.

This girl was cool. Fun to look at. Definitely greater than or equal to a seven. Hopefully she stays broken up with her boyfriend. All it takes is one bloop single to bust out of a slump. Good job man, on this night, your scale was on the money this time.

*Roommate notes- "She was actually an 8.5 when I got a good look at her.  That original 7 score was based on a glance at her when I was in the back seat of the car and she was in the front passenger seat."