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Being a girl at a bar either seems to involve a feeding frenzy of potential suitors vying for your attention and digits, or nightlong drought from attention and the illusion if invisibility.
Brandy here seems to have had one of the former nights. Apparently to the point that she’s started to give guys the wrong number intentionally, with the sole purpose of messing with them.
I a) respect her hustle and b) her obvious zero f*cks attitude. I too someday hope to be at a point in my life where I care so little about a guy I met that I will be willing to come off like a complete sociopath.
Is that a noble goal? Probably not really but you might change your mind after reading these.
