Ahh yes, I've taken a few mulligans in my lifetime. Damn that bitch tequila and her persuasive ways. Focus: My girls (and gays) and I tend to use simple language, such as dirty hot, filthy hot, smokin' hot, niiiiice, fine, meh, ick, gross, BWHAHAHAHA and the famous that's your boyfriend. I admit that I currently have a friend that I've actually nicknamed 9.5, but he's the exception to any number system.
Ba-dum ching. Thanks, folks, I'm here all week, but while I am, you know very little about my velocity. Try the veal. Tip your waitresses.
I'll jump into the 'what kind of a retard uses a single numerical scale for rating women' camp? You can only develop standards if you have something to compare to. Anyway, back when I was "on the market", so to speak, my "rating system" was more of a binary decision tree. 1. Alive, breathing and has at least one redeeming feature (physical or otherwise) that I can focus on? If yes, go to line 2 If no, go to next subject, start at item 1. 2. Do I have the balls / am I willing to overcome my laziness to talk to the subject? If yes, go to line 3 If no, go to next subject, start at item 1. 3. Willing to have sex with me? If yes, score! If no, go to next subject, start at line 1. Usually, I'd break off at step 2, while step 3 pretty much ensured an endless loop back to step 1. Of course, now I'm married so my laziness criterion has gone to infinity. And that's fine by me, as I never really enjoyed dancing through that stupid tree anyway.