I'd say I'm slightly above average, so I voted 4. Maybe that's claiming too much for myself, maybe it isn't, but to me that feels like a reasonable guesstimate of my appearance. Good looks can certainly be a huge advantage in life, but if you're too mentally incompetent or isolated to capitalize and take advantage of them, then the benefits are rendered entirely moot. In my case, I think my face would be considered noticeably attractive to most. Combine that with my sparkingly straight white teeth, average height, average weight, and, overall, I don't look too bad. I'm also pretty cleanly and keep myself looking presentable (shower each day, shave every week, haircut every other month). To be honest, if you dropped me in a night club and I was sharply dressed, I could probably attract some ladies. Maybe not 9s or 10s, but probably people around where I'm at, or a bit above my level. This assumes my otherwise meek looking body language wasn't kneecapping said attractiveness when, in reality, it undoubtedly would. Assuming it weren't though, the best I could achieve would be sex. Although perhaps not even that, given how nervous and anxious I'd probably be in the bedroom. Any kind of relationship would be an impossibility.
And, of course, this is all moot anyway, since I'm agoraphobic and have mental problems coming out the ying yang. My good looks, in this kind of situation, are utterly useless. I'd rather have them than not have them of course (although if I could trade them for a better/more functional brain I would in a heartbeat), but ultimately they don't gain me anything when juxtaposed against my completely solitary existence. I just sit alone in my room all day with my straight white teeth and handsome face, totally incapable of doing anything.
Even Qausi-fucking-modo had Esmeralda. What the hell do I have? Not a god damned thing. I'm like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast if he were some autistic shut-in that nobody knew or cared about. He would've just been staring at walls and watching porn the whole time, while having no idea at all who the fuck Belle even was, not to mention who the hell anyone else was in the town. It's funny how Quasimodo and Beast could both somewhat be defined as shut-ins/reclusive as well, but they'd effectively represent the other side of the coin to the Gaston-tier hermit. Quasimodo and Beast, while ugly/hideous, have positive qualities which shine through despite what rests on the outside. I mean, hell, in Beast's case he becomes a fucking 10/10 prince at the end in terms of his looks. Meanwhile, somebody like Gaston while good looking, doesn't have anything redeemable inside, so he has less chances of winning over a princess than even Quasimodo does. Make him an autistic hermit on top of this and you really can't get any worse. Someone like him, despite his good looks, is literally fucked forever.
I'd rather be ugly and mentally fine anyway. I'm serious.
Absolutely this. Good looks are worthless if you're dead on the inside or, in my case, are too mentally ill/isolated/retarded to even make use of them anyway.