I’m not even a good guy. Why do I keep getting “good guy”d?

I used to have a heart of gold. Really didn’t act much out of malice, pretty much just wanted to help people and make people happy to know me.

After poverty, a near death experience, and an absolutely brutal breakup (a lot of betrayal from a lot of different types of people that made me question everything) I am not a good person anymore.

I am cynical, occasionally angry, and generally just in it for myself. I’ve lost my faith in the notion that people are worthy of kindness.

I used to always be treated as a brother or the gay friend. I was the guy at the hot girl’s sleepover because they all assumed I was asexual. At university, I was the only guy a lot of my female friends would trust when they were absolutely hammered.

It sucked, because I was single and was basically on “walk home duty” for most of university, but it was fine because I just figured I was doing something or acting some way that put me in the “nice guy trope” of all of those guys who expect sex after holding a door open.

What I don’t understand and can’t stand is that women still think I’m “too nice” or they “don’t think they’re good enough for me”. I’m starting to feel like I’m the ugliest guy on Earth and every woman has to come up with an excuse for why they wouldn’t want to get with me.

I don’t even know if I want to get laid, I just want to be seen as someone attractive at one point. I literally bloodied an opponent in a boxing match and the girl I’ve had a crush on at the gym said I’m “such a good friend” because I got him some ice after beating him.

Some girl at a bar told me I “look too nice to be in a dive bar”. I used to bartend at dive bars. The other night I was actually flirting with a woman for the first time in years and she asks my friend jokingly, “Idk, is he a good guy?” She (extremely drunk) started welling up and went, “Yes! And no one seems to see it!” You’ll never guess who I didn’t go home with that night.

How do I stop women looking at me like, “Aww. What a good guy. I bet he’s a great brother.” and look at me more like, “Damn. I kind of want to go home with him.”?