I'm not stupid with women, I just don't even bother trying, because I can't be arsed to get rejected.
And I'm terrible at reading the signs. I met a girl on one of the first days of uni at a pub crawl. I didn't notice anything. A month before the end of uni, we randomly meet again as I'm walking home. I just about remember her. She's like "Yeah, I was gonna fuck you that night, but my friend said it probably wasn't a great idea, and you didn't seem interested. I've still got your number on my wall". Admittedly she was fat, but I'm a beggar of the highest degree, and choosing is for cunts.