I hear you. There are definitely places where flirting is a no-go. Anywhere that someone is being paid to be nice to you. Places where people go to do their own thing by themselves and not be bothered, like the gym or the grocery store. Places that tend to be a meat market, like community dancing, (while flirting isn’t forbidden, tread very lightly).

By way of perspective, what you were describing about missing cues etc, pretty accurately described me in my twenties. Women friends suspected I might be gay; no, just painfully awkward.

I hope that more of those experiences come your way, and that you know your worth well enough to recognize them when they are incoming.

That’s a local environment/culture thing. It would be weird at a gym. At a convention, not weird at all. People let loose there.

Other places, interaction and overtures can be more subtle.

At events that express your shared interests. More cons! Renaissance faires, whatever. Break time during an evening class. Church. Community theater is a huge one. “I met my spouse doing ‘Kiss Me Kate’ stories are legion.

Put yourself out there so people can see you being real. It’s easier to be authentic when you’re doing what interests you. Someone is going to like what they see.

Someone out of the blue found you attractive. Ponder that for a moment. Not that you were distracted or closed off enough to miss the cue, but that she found you attractive enough to make an overture. That says you’re attractive.

Cons being what they are, she saw fit to express it flamboyantly. It’s entirely possible there have been other attempts since then that were more subdued to fit the circumstances. Consider that as a possibility, and commit to being open to recognizing them when they occur, and letting them in.

Piece of plywood on the floor under the dartboard.

How are the walls, by the way?

Oh, and you didn’t do damage control by bringing up the previous three guys with monster cocks. You did more damage. Some people don’t know when to shut up.

Average is 5.6 inches. You fucked up.

Divorce her before you get the good job.