I live in a hick town where HB7's would pass for HB10's by most 'local' standards. I only know they're 7's because I travel for work, and have been to more cities than most people will ever visit in their lifetime.
I don't feel that I'm ready ready for 10's yet. I still game the 7's here like I would 10's, but they're so used to being hit on, I'm thrown off completely, and end up being blown out.
I've got no problem moving. Shit, I'd rather pick up and move to Vegas where 10's are really 10's and 7's are really 7's, but it ain't happening soon enough.
I've met a total of 4 '10s' since I've moved to Shreveport, Louisiana, and they thought they were godesses. Rightly so, considering that most men here consider anyone without kids and a decent figure at least an 8... Still, it's confusing the hell out of me.
I'm totally going to the Mardi Gras bootcamp in New Orleans, led by Chief. I've got high hopes and expectations for that due to the 'immigrants'.
I'm venting, please understand, but OMFG this shit is frustrating sometimes.