Even though I'm autistic with numerical ratings of all sorts of things (a habit I started in elementary school for sodas and substitute teachers), as well as a woman-objectifying masturbator, I've never really found a usable quantitative rubric for the attractiveness of women. Instead I have a set of values that I consider and weigh holistically according to perhaps a couple dozen archetypes. For example, there's the outspoken Southern milf archetype, where wrinkles, grey hair, and slight obesity actually accentuate the ideal. It took many hours of private masturbation away from the computer to refine and perfect that archetype in my mind, developing a personality and backstory, however. If you took the aforementioned wrinkles and grey hair and gave it to an archetype that is supposed to be younger, it would not be a measurable deficit beyond simple failure to pass the approval process. The ideal itself is not a score of unalterable perfection, but merely the latest refinement step preceding the following. She is but clay, I am the sculptor.