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ask any PUA! to rate their looks out of ten they would say ten. like cocky funny.
Nope, eleven!

Ha! "Mine goes to eleven..."
Anyway, just wanted to relate a true story for the OP. This happened just a few months ago, before I was with my current girlfriend.
I was at my usual karaoke spot, where I have huge social proof. I know all the bartenders, know the KJ, know all the regulars, sing, dance... Hell, screw the social proof, it's just a great time.
Anyway, long story short: New girl comes in. I run solid game, number-close, but didn't go much further than that. She still comes to the spot, I still talk to her, and now one night, this 50-ish-year-old short, stocky, balding guy keeps hitting on her. Couple weeks later, guess who she's making out with? Yep, the attractive and in-shape 29-year-old blonde is going home with 20-years-older JOE SIXPACK. Imagine George from Seinfeld, but if he was a tough guy from Brooklyn.
Epilogue: She has since moved on, still goes to the spot, I still sing with her. She knows my girlfriend now. Everybody's happy.
Moral of the story: Being "good-looking" has nothing to do with it except in how you let it affect your perceptions. The only way it matters is if
you believe that it matters.