Not quite a perfect 10, but close enough!

Usually I walk around campus generally unnoticed.  From time to time I will run into a friend or professor and stop to chitchat, but I usually tend to keep to myself while walking the halls.  However, a few weeks ago I had an interesting thing happen to me.  
I was sitting on the lawn in front of Camino Hall as I do quite often.  It was the first time I had been able to enjoy this pleasure since the semester had started.  I was waiting for the library to open, as it had been closed for a few hours for the All Faith Service. I was about to leave my grassy patch and go into the library when I heard a male voice call to me from the dorms above: “Hey, you in the red!”  
Had I not been the only one around wearing red, I wouldn’t have assumed that some one was talking to me. When I turned around and looked up into the window I could not see who had yelled to me. All I could see was was a white piece of paper with a big number eight drawn on it. I stood there confused for a moment while the unseen males in the dorm chuckled.  
After a few seconds it finally clicked for me and my brain made sense of what had just happened: I had been rated.  As the boys in the dorm above continued in their satisfied laughter I walked away in somewhat of a confused and almost proud state.  Strangely enough, my only reaction to this whole exchange was thinking “Eight?! Pretty good...”  
It wasn’t until I had told this story to a few friends that it really sunk in and I was curious as to why I reacted to the event the way I did. Considering I didn’t stick around to talk to my judges or ask them if rating me was their true intentions, I am not sure if that is what they were really doing.  In fact, it may not have been.  But what else would they have been doing? And if they weren’t rating me, why did I automatically assume they were? And why did this not make me mad, but rather make my day?  
All I have to say to the silly Camino judges panel is that it is probably best if they keep their hot or not scores to themselves.  As I stated earlier, their actions might have entirely been misinterpreted by me so I don’t want to wrongly accuse them, however I think it is safe to say that almost any other female would have understood their actions in the same way that I did. Truthfully I found this happening pretty funny and it turned out to be a great story, but others might not have reacted in the same lighthearted way.  
So Camino boys, if you are reading this, thanks for the compliment. You made my day and gave me a good story, but sorry fellas, I already have a Valentine.