I rarely award HB 9 and never HB 10 status. HB 10 is a hypothetical perfection. HB 9+ is the highest achievable ranking from me.

And there she was, pouring drinks at the hottest club in town, an HB 9+. Second time I've seen her. Probably early 20s. Blond. Flawless. Black dress with wide plunging V neckline. Her perfect breasts almost fully exposed.

Me nervous? Not really. Did I try pick up? No. Reason? With other women, still working on my game. I'm improving rapidly with HB 6s and 7s. As confidence builds, will step up the HB ladder.

But damn! Just re-picturing a girl like that is massive incentive! It's a whole more intense level of physical and mental excitement. Keeps me from becoming complacent.

AND there's the key bro.