In regard to being "playfully feminine", I had a similar "shoulda coulda woulda". The marriage counselor I found for me and my ex-wife scheduled individual appointments for us. In one of mine, he told me that he had met with my (now ex-)wife. He told me that she thought I was incredibly funny. He then asked me, "where is that man now?" For context, I was sleeping maybe 30 minutes a night, and every time I woke up I would be covered in sweat. I was unable to focus on anything aside from the feeling that the weight of the world was dangling from my intestines. I was scared of losing my job, of devising a new budget, of, honestly, staying alive. I had lost probably 20 pounds and had multiple people tell me I didn't look well. All that is to say, I was definitely NOT very charming, or charismatic, let alone FUNNY!
I imagine the counselor's intent was for me to attract my ex-wife, but the thing is my ex-wife was already gone. I believe at that point she was doing everything she could to justify to the world that she had done everything, tried everything, but the marriage was unsalvageable. She performed these rituals not because they might DO anything, but as certificates she could present to people asking her questions about what she had already done. I imagine she can still comfort herself as she instigated marriage counseling, she attended 5 sessions (or 6, or whatever the advice says about minimal attendance), but even after all of that it just didn't work! I remember telling her after probably one of the last session we had together that I felt she wasn't trying. She was furious with me. I asked her if she believed she was trying and she said "of course". I don't doubt her, honestly. She likely WAS doing everything that she could. But that's the thing, what she could genuinely do was essentially nothing. Her heart wasn't in it. She didn't want it, even if she likely wanted to want it.
Oh! That also reminds me of another story. This time I WAS being funny. One thing my ex-wife said was that she wants to "date". I took this to mean she wants me to take her on more dates, so I started planning more dates. I remember opening the door to her office (as she started keeping it closed and staying in it during the weekends) to invite her to play pinball and listen to live music nearby. She said nothing to me. She simply stared. I felt absolutely worthless. As I am closing the door, I say to her "I love you". She, of course, doesn't respond. I then continue "even though it is hard some times" but said light-heartedly and with a smile. I noted her smile and felt the tension evaporate (well, as much as it could). Later she used that line against me, saying I was intentionally trying to hurt her. I don't quite remember how she was able to spin not responding to "I love you" as me being the one with a dagger out but I do remember being blown away with the maneuver.
This is all a long winded way of saying that I believe Treasur is right on target. At this point in time, I feel that caring for YOU is the only thing that matters. Trust that everything will come with time, but it starts with self-love. Here is a little poem I wrote when I was too scared to leave the house and feeling ashamed at that. It came out spontaneously after I simply took care of myself. Hopefully it might mean something to you too.
Today is one of those days.
Where the volcano erupts. Where the ash chokes and melts and stains everything. The darkness steals all vision and you grope for familiarity. The trauma clouds your memory and you exist alone as the sky pours its hatred onto you.
Today is one of those days.
Where the boat glides across the horizon and you can't tell where the sea meets the sky. Alienated, isolated, damp and cold, just staring at your inventory knowing it'll run out sometime soon. You fearfully take a bite.
Yes, today is one of those days.
Those days that make you proud of yourself. Those days where you can clothe and wash and care for someone as worthy as yourself. Those days where you are given the gift of protecting and comforting such a beautiful and delicate soul. Those days where you get to cradle and soothe a champion.
It's not every day you get to be the hero's hero.
It's just this, for a while.