Our culture has mixed attitudes and behavious around rating people on the “hotness” scale of 1 to 10. Most people I know don’t like it, and rightfully so. Rating someone like that reduces him or her to a meat sack, and ignores the many many other facets of beauty that makes being with them a truly wonderful experience! So I totally recommend that we leave such ratings behind.
Having said that, in this post, I’ll use the cultural habit of rating each other on a hotness scale to highlight a very real, painful, and damaging effect that I’m pretty sure you won’t like to hear about… the pain and wreckage that dating a 10 unavoidably brings into your life.
One of my favorite authors, Alison A. Armstrong, writes and lectures about relationships between masculine and feminine. I follow other others in that same area too, but I’ve learned and grown the most from her writing. One aspect of relationships she talks about that I admit I just did not agree with was her advice to not date a 10, a 9, an 8, and not even a 7! I remember feeling that following that crazy advice would mean the end of hot, wild and amazing sex for me, and I was just not willing to go there.. I sure as fuck wanted hot, wild and amazing sex with hot women!
Since then though, I’ve seen what happens to you when you do date someone up there on that hotness scale, and holy fuck, it ain’t pretty!
I looked to my own history of dating women who, for me were very high on that hotness scale, and the experiences of people I personally know who were dating their 9s and 10s. Uniformly, it was a fucking disaster.
Why does this happen?
In my next post, I’ll explain.
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