I was often compared to Jessica Rabbit in my younger years.
Make of that what you will.
wow- but were you looking for someone who makes you laugh? 
Addendum- I also generally have a great deal of trouble detecting flirting signals. My sister, sister in law and I were in Wilton Manors (a very gay neighborhood) to visit a wonderful candy store. We stopped for lunch nearby. The waiter was apparently into bears and flirting with me like crazy. I had no idea. I didn’t know any such thing was going on until we got in the car and my sister and sister in law both pointed it out. Recently, I read nearly the entirety of my LiveJournal. I found a lot of things I had forgotten. Two female readers had apparently been flirting with me in comments. One finally got frustrated and said “How hard do I have to throw myself at you before you notice?” Another female reader kept telling me how hot I was. I thought she was just joking.and basically said ‘If this is a joke, please stop. If you are in fact serious I will need a very clear sign’. She responded with a very clear sign that convinced me she was not just joking or being kind to an ugly man who could use an ego boost.
I am mid-late fifties, and I was not beating them off with a stick, but I guess I was good-looking enough when I was young to attract a mate, marry, and produce offspring, and help raise them to adulthood, so have completed my service to humanity. No need to try any more to be attractive since I have achieved invisibility. 
But I do take care of myself for me.
In my late teens and 20s? Not at all. At 5’ 6", I was invisible to 95% women.
I had that issue for about half my life. Not uncommon in males. I dunno about women, do they have the same issue?
I was, actually!
Growing up in SoCal, when it was the land of thin, leggy blondes, was not fun. Being petite but curvy, with “exotic” looks was not appreciated by my peers. They would have(probably did) rated me a 2. When I got into my late teens I attracted a lot of older guys, I’m assuming because they had acquired a more rounded opinion of beauty. Those would have been my 7 days.
Today, my figure is better (I was muscular/ thick) and there are tons of products to use on my slightly ethnic hair. Sadly, my skin is no longer taut and my jaw line has gone jowly. So, maybe a 6, possibly 7 with lots of help.
If you had asked me when I was 20, I would have said a 3 or 4. I was a distance runner, and a little scruffy. I was also socially awkward to the extreme, and incapable of telling when someone was interested (still am, but Ms. P is the only one I want to be interested). I hesitate to say this, since a few people on the board have seen me in person, but I think that at 60 I’m a solid 7. I’m still a little scruffy, but in good shape with all my hair.
Throughout my life, I have often been referred to as a “stunner.”
What?!
Today I am a fairly typical old guy (75), mostly bald (at least I have the sense to wear the remainder of my hair quite short), well overweight, and sometimes I walk funny because of twinges. I don’t scare the horses or children. I don’t put myself in the position to judge the possibility of outside romantic interest (I am married, after all) but I would guess that it’s about nil. I don’t know how to put a number on that.
When I was young and skinny (up to age 35 or so) I did okay in the romance department. I think of myself as funny looking (not amusing, just odd), but in the gay world, being skinny didn’t do me any harm. I remember one time in a bar, some guy who was just drunk enough to be stupid, said to me (paraphrased): “I think I’m interested in you, but I can’t figure out why.” As a come-on, it was not successful.
Heh, my alternate answer was “Just good enough to let personality get me over the hump”
I am a 3.
Some people are destined to always be alone. That’s me. I am socially inept, financially insecure, charisma-free, and below-average in physical appearance. Any attempt at dating or even a close friendship has failed to achieve anything beyond barely-concealed tolerance for my presence.
When I reached my mid-30s I gave up actively looking for a relationship, and have been happily alone. I acknowledge I have missed out on quite a fundamental part of life, but sometimes you have to accept things just aren’t going to come together.
Mmmm, 7 back in the day, but pretty shy.
Now? 4. My very pale skin has not aged all that well, and my Coca-Cola habit keeps me a bit overweight. Though a couple of years ago a nice man (customer where I work) asked me out to coffee, and said I had a nice smile. I commented to.my boss that he wasn’t even creepy. Being married, I said no, but I probably would have still said no, as I’m still pretty shy and awkward.
3-4.
No dates.
Yeah, well, I was a girl with A-cups. Which is worse?
I think I probably peaked at an 8. These days, a 6 and not likely to improve. I’ve stepped up my grooming routine to slow the descent.
let me guess:
An operator of a stun-gun?
I feel ya, girl.
I peaked about age 8 too.
How did you get younger?
AN 8, not AT 8! 
I guess it depends on how good looking you think Woody Harrelson is. And without the Texas drawl.