THE UNEXPECTED CATCH

Love is not a game neither a sport nor an object. I've heard countless fools describe love to be blind and so fulfilling to the desires of the heart. Yet, I do not understand how love can be so blind while still being the keenest of sight enough to set standards for the other registerers. But we cannot even shame those who mock the name of love because it seems to only battle the dearest of people whom decide to step into the field of desire for other purposes. Meaning, other purposes become what are blinding rather than love itself.
  
     In my explanation, love itself is a choice. You can choose whom to love, when to love and how to love. I know many may disagree, but I rather not spend my time arguing with ignorant, sexually frustrated imbeciles who somehow are too blind to see or even visualize the border between love and lust, yet have the perfect eyesight when the time for setting standards come to play and still have the unexplainable audacity to call love itself blind and claim for love to be a lingering feeling that cannot be controlled or maintained, and therefore crossing out my beliefs of being able to choose whom, when and how we love. Ridiculous I must say indeed.
  
     The ruin of my thoughts shall continue to go on as I myself have to step into the field of desire. Now I must find someone to choose. Well supposing I had a choice, maybe such statement wouldn't seem so forced. Nonetheless, it seems like an ideal time to put myself out there. The only difference? I'm creative enough to do my own things my own way. No, they don't necessarily have to be descent, but surely they get things done on my own terms-- a win for me, I must say. Just as how I find being here at this "gala" doesn't suit my pursuit at all. Oh, certainly not while being here in such a tight fitting for an evening gown without knowing whom may be my mother's chosen "match". As grand as ever of course, such was the parties she often threw. I didn't mind the stares, nor the narcissism that accompanied me while I knew I was looking as ravishing as ever-- especially with my head held high and my exuding confidence, or rather, arrogance. I continued to strut my way forward until I was faced with my mother.

"Lovely to see you again, mother." I acknowledged, completely ignoring the small crowd gathered around her. "Brothers." I said as I bowed slightly to two on the left and one on the right.

The rather pleasing look on my mother's face was enough to almost make me regret my presence at this event.

"Oh, wow! You look lovely dearest." She complimented, pulling me in for pecks on the cheeks. "Um, dearest... You remember Richard, don't you?" I could feel my eyes attempting to roll back before I stopped myself and plastered the most generic of smiles to the seemingly tall, well-built young man standing next to my mom that wasn't one of my brothers.

"Delighted to meet your acquaintance once again, Mr. Hoffman." I made sure the sarcasm was at its peak in my tone before shoving my arm forward for a handshake.

"Same." He glanced at my mother who shot him a dirty look at his address. "I mean, why so formal? Please, call me Richard." He then took my hand for a gentle peck, glanced at my mother once more for her approval. I guess the the warm smile on her face was enough to let him know he was off the hook.

"Dearest, why don't you take Richard here for a nice chat. I'm sure you two will have so much to catch up on." My mother suggested.

The idea of spending time talking to Richard about his affairs-- none which are of my concern-- irked me to the deepest of depths. "Sure." I agreed unwillingly in between my gritted teeth. Richard stepped out of the semi circle around my mother to leave the crowd with me.

     As we walked farther away from my mother, I could still feel her cold stares on us constantly, even when we finally took a seat. Richard was about to say something so, I immediately cut him off. "Words are not necessary. If you wish to speak to me on behalf of my mother forcing you, then I have no intention whatsoever to listen to whatever cheap words you have gathered." A bit harsh, maybe. But effective communication nonetheless.

"Then on behalf of myself I want to simply ask why you cannot leave me and my family alone!" Richard hissed, and I was pissed.

"Believe me, I neither wish to see more of any of your family members more than I already have, but that granny of yours could make a good exception." I replied. I could sense him getting angry at my insensitive reply.

"Then beg your mother to leave me alone."

I simply looked at him, skeptical for a moment before smiling out of nowhere. "So, how is everything? Business? Family? I'm all ears." Richard simply looked at me in disbelief at my indifference and sudden change in topic.

"Where are you getting at?"

I let out a hearty laugh while I flung my hand on his shoulder and slid my fingers down his arm slowly. I could tell by Richard's expression he was genuinely confused and uncomfortable. While I shot my mother-- who had been watching us the entire time-- a deadly glare, I stood up to whisper in Richard's ear. "Walk with me." Then, grabbed a glass of Champaign before leading him to the balcony.
"Why did you bring me here?"

"Don't ask me stupid questions. I took you for a man with slight intelligence, if not great."

"I also took you for someone who is  straight to the point, if not just merely rude."

"Fair." I admitted with a nod. "Why do you keep under my mother's grasp and not spread your wings fully. You constantly try to please everyone as if your mistakes will not be held accountable later on, but only the "good" you fairly do. To simply put it, stop being such a pussy." I declared with a somewhat bit of annoyance.

"And you? Who is to say that your no longer under your mother's grasp as well?" He quarried.
"Well, I am. I mean, the fact that I am finally joining "the lovers lane search" or dating if you will, at my own will and by my own choice says it all, doesn't it?" I replied, accompanied by a smile of satisfaction.

"Now why would I care if you have a boyfriend? It's not like we're together anymore."

I took a sip of my glass as I watched him carefully. "I don't have a boyfriend." I said in the middle of a laughter I had no intention of suppressing. "But why the sudden jealousy?"

"Who said I was jealous? I couldn't care less about what happened between us!" His remarks seemed quite defensive.

"No, silly. Not about that. I'm talking about my quest to find myself a man while you're standing here with no control over yourself to commit to something other than business partnerships and deals on stocks and shareholders." I spoke with seeping arrogance and victory.

Richard scoffed at my remarks. "You know nothing about me--"

"Oh. But I actually do. Some of us don't sleep around with strangers." I said, cutting him off with an unwavering glare that translated my anger and irritation.

"How exactly are you even going to get a boyfriend? What guy is dumb enough to fall for you of all women?" Richard raised a cocky brow.

"It worked with you didn't it? Who is to say it can't work on someone else? Someone braver, stronger, committed, more handsome..."

"Please." He scoffed. "Where are you gonna find another Chris Hemsworth lookalike?" He smirked and raised his head high to announce his "good looks".

"Even Billy Ray Cyrus has a better chance than you do" I scoffed back and turned my back on him in an attempt to leave, taking another sip of Champaign.

Richard laid a tight grip on my arm, forcing me to face him once more. "FYI, I never liked you that way. You were nothing but a sex toy I could have whenever I wanted." He said in between gritted teeth.

I forcefully pulled my arm out of his grasp. "As were you, Richard. As.Were.You." I concluded before strutting out back to the party. The sound of Richard groaning in frustration and annoyance behind me was a weapon I live to fight with another day. It only fueled my arrogance even more. It'd be an even bigger problem if I didn't look stunning in red, enunciating my curves and tailored me a goddess.