After losing 55 pounds,this is how I look nowadays. I rated myself an 8, but I could be blinded by the whole " I’m thinTHINthin!" feeling.
This is my husband. How do Dopers think we rate?
Bonus bragging: this is our two-year old son, who just harvested his very own apple with a capital A from our very own apple tree. Here he is again.
I’ll give you an eight, and your husband as well.
Your boy gets a nine, but only because he doesn’t have blue eyes. Otherwise a 10.
Oh who am I kidding. Those brown eyes are simply gorgeous !
Congratulations on getting healthier.
I give you both 9, so your even. The boy however is 11. ha
Oh, is that how this works? Because at first I wasn’t sure how we were supposed to know how to rate ourselves. I mean, unless you are the absolute dregs who pretty much no one wants, or conversely, you are the talk of the town who can’t leave the house without receiving marriage proposals, it’s hard to know. You’re going to meet a lot of people who like you, and how you’re supposed to determine what percentage of the population this is is difficult to determine. For every guy who likes me, I’m uncertain if there are .001 or 100 who don’t like anything about me at all. Sure, the guys who do like me will rave about what they like, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I have great qualities. I’m fairly certain that I am attracting a certain type of guy, or at least, guys who are attracted to a certain type of girl.
In any event, I’ll score myself using your system. Start with 5.
+1 for a presentable figure
-1 for being a total bitch
Hmm, I might need to revisit this system.
Hey, I’ve seen your picture - you get at least +3 for those nice tits. 
Drinking the egg nog a little early, are we? That’s okay. Me too.
::Hic::
We’ve met enough times that I think I can average out the highs and lows.
You might as well accept it, you’re a babe.
I’d rate myself a 6, maybe a 7 on a really good day. I’m no great shakes looks-wise, but I seem to have enough charisma to fool people about that. 
Objectively, I’d say I’m about even with my partner, though in my eyes they’re a solid 11.
How many partners do you have?
You know, I like that answer. You’re right; all our partners should be 11s in our hearts. And if they ever aren’t, mores the shame on us.
You have the idea & the spirit. All I could wish for you would be for you to have the endurance to make it last. If symbolism could help, you could print what you wrote and put it on a tree in your back yard that you are going to take down. Then take the entire tree down all in one day, by yourself. You should wrap and save the small branches for starter kindling; save the bigger ones as thick as your thumb as starter wood, save the limbs as as big as your arm as continuation wood, and use a wedge & sledge to split the trunk sections into huge triangular pieces.
You already have a good fire going. Use the continuation wood to keep it going when she feels cold. Use the huge pieces on holidays & special occasions when family comes over to keep the home fires bright and sometimes over night so neither of you ever wake up cold. On bad days, when the world seems cold, cover the embers in your fireplace with kindling and blow as hard as you can to bring back the flame and use the starter wood to get a new big log burning. Don’t ever let the fire out if you can help it… but never forget that as long as there’s a spark between you, it always can be restarted.
Oh, and don’t forget to save the ashes. She may want rose bushes some day, and pouring ashes around the base helps them grow strong & beautiful.
I think I’m nice looking but the girls don’t. Maybe that’s why I like guys
Hah! Just the one, at the moment.
And thanks for the good wishes, Count Blucher. We’ve managed to make it six years so far. They’re not a she, though*.
*I’m not being coy about pronouns, Electric Spouse just prefers gender-neutral ones.
I think this is only true in your world. Does everyone you know have such a military fetish? It seems kind of strange and counter intuitive to me.
Mr. Sali and I started out both solid 6’s, 7’s on good days. When I cleaned up, in youth, I could be an 8 (proof? people looking at pictures of me at proms and weddings always blurt out, “is that YOU? OMG, how cute you were!”) Mr. Sali has, sadly, been downgraded to a 5 because he’s twice the man he used to be. But he’s kept all his hair! … I’m a 5 now. Depression and stress take their toll over the years, though if I make a serious effort, I can bump myself up to a 6 again. I do take pains with my hair and clothes, and though I could stand to lose that pesky 10 pounds…
I’ve said this before umpteen times, but the love of my life told me to my average face that he initially did not consider me to be ‘pretty’, but after he grew to know me and fall in love with me, he never even thought about my looks at all. (and he had been married to the elusive “10”).
Rumor has it that you can still share a bowl of oranges and a single goblet of red wine in front of an old movie with a SO at midnight and never use a single pronoun. But you may have to take turns peeling. 
I’d have to agree with this - I not only wouldn’t give +1 for military service, but it would be a deal-breaker for me. It would be concrete proof that we are not compatible, and both of us shouldn’t waste any more time.
That’s netspeak for “there’s something about a man in uniform”.