Ah, the "just friends zone". Gotta love that. Reason I no longer approach; but instead research how to reverse things to minimize it making it a "win or fail" thing only, and if done right you don't have to make the decision whether to approach or not, but instead accept or reject. I never thought shooting down targets was so much fun. The greater the value to disappoint, the more satisfying (so to put it, to have sufficiently attractive/cute girls hit on you, and reject them as a "Take that" is satisfying as Hell after having it done to you for your whole life. May continue the celibacy direction, but after waiting for so long, who gives a fuck? I'm getting my revenge for my past, and having fun while at it.
So to put it, I've been reverse-engineering the psyche of these kind of situations. I mean, seeing as I've been in similar positions in my past and constantly failed, and noticed that the girls I had my crushes on barely did a thing, or even weaponized it; why not figure out what they did in order to disarm or use it myself?
Basically, with enough fridge logic, in order to no longer be considered "the nice guy", forget everything you learned regarding self-help or anyone's advice towards dating or asking out, and from there go opposite-instinct the rest of the way. Or so to put it, be a man. I have been at my absolute worst in appearance, and somehow still managed to attract someone to the point of their approach; how? I didn't acknowledge their existence, I was no gentleman, and I judged before I "presented myself". Who'd think that would give off a similar effect to an Axe commercial? Maybe it's also why I enjoyed the shoot-down so much as well; it's my way of beating sense back into women. Take disappointment to 11 when they finally approach and feel the ice burn that guys feel when they go through the approach for once.
I tried it out during my mini-vacation, and to put it simply, I'm not comfortable with success. Something wasn't right; I was actually appealing to women for once in my life. I think they're still thinking of me, regardless how uninteresting and cynical (opposite instinct as to what I would normally do) I made myself. And other instances, I just minded myself when going to the beach one day, and did a fake-out of my value. Man, the expression change was rather fun to watch (went from "REALLY?!" to "Really...?" when I told her "You see that nice big house? ...Yeah, it's the house right behind that.").
Now what's gotten me sad is, I'll finally have to admit it; I am a bitter bitter person, but I don't care, being the demons suits my style after being a saint sans reward my whole life. What also makes me sad is that my becoming a complete asshole is actually improving my odds with the ladies. At least I'm getting tons of research done to retain some sort of sainthood. I'm making notes just in case the next generation of my family gets any trouble with hooking up with anyone; just as well for anyone who has been through the hell of being single with no idea what success feels like.