Her Up-Date

The Catch

The Catch. The Catch. What is the catch? The desperate question that is wildly asked behind closed doors and with hushed voices. Eyes wide open, darting back and forth in suspense, wondering if another person is listening in or if anyone can hear their hushed tones, but the distraction is completely drawn away from the first person that initiated the conversation in the first place. The unspoken motive, the original intention, the aim others call the goal. For the purpose of this, I would like to call it the master-plan. The master-plan always has a master, then the puppets for the plan, which is how you would eventually arrive at the Master-plan.

Mairrera arrived in the lounge again like she did every other night when she had no better place to go and enjoying the pleasures of being admired, adored by familiar faces or simply flirting with new faces she hasn't met yet, but like a fox that she is, she loves those types of things. Smokey rooms and lounges have always been her aphrodisiac. The thick scent of arabic hookahs, the faint smell of cigars and the slightly tinted air with alcohol, is her idea of a dreamy night or day, but nights are better because everyone is always different at night. Like there are unseen wolves hauling from a distant mountain and all the likes gather in one accord. Every smart wolf in their very element knows full well that when morning comes none of it will matter, and we are all left with memories of what we got to do or things we never did. Tales of it are often daunting, so we often fast-forward to what we actually did or what we didn't do. Not so much about what we wished we did, but after all, you did get to do it, so it doesn't count much. Anyhow, back to Mairrera, what people never noticed about her is that she is always in the mood for whatever, depending on a number of things like; the looks, the dressing, the swag, the neatness, the subtle approach, the flirt is a big deal by the way, the humility, she hates hearing any type of no, no matter how subtly it was sad. There's a part of her that even she is scared of that shows its face when she doesn't get what she deserves. Now for her there is a difference between getting her way and getting what she deserves. The deserve part is the part that screws her madly, whenever she doesn't get what she deserves. Let me now elaborate on both types and what they mean.

What she deserves is what she worked for, putting obvious effort towards it, which is alot because she doesn't like to put her effort into anything at all or to be fair in a lot of things, because she dreads the feeling of thinking that she is wasting her time on absolutely nothing. The actual anger is that she could have been doing a million other people.... oops! I mean, doing a million other meaningless things for pleasure or nothing at all than to waste time on an actual thing that was a complete waste of actual strength and might on something that amounts to nothing. The daunting thing about this type of thing is that it takes up some emotions, efforts and sometimes resources and might even cost some lost connections or lovers along the way, only to arrive at absolutely annoying nothing. So, by my honest calculations, that's alot of wasted time, effort and resources on nothing at all. She was better off doing absolutely nothing at least. She would have saved some resources and saved pretty much enough strength and the needless stress that comes with it. Getting her way, on the other hand, simply put, is getting spoiled with gifts and things she didn't have to beg nor whine about, and that to her is the purest demonstration of "true love" because she believes that if she had to work for it, then it's purely work and not that much to it because work is honestly "work". And can't be mistaken for love nor as love gifts. She knows the difference all too well, so she never mistakes one for the other.

The Catch. The Hunt. The Barriers. The Defenders. The Referees, The Mid-fielders, The Goal-keepers, The Mafia, The Stakeholders, The Shareholders, The effortless Holders, The Boss. The Catch... the question is not who the catch could be. That's not the main question. The main question is.... who is The Catch?... what is The Catch?... and ultimately, what are they Catching? Well, in all fairness, it's best to let the people catching, define their own catches because what it means to one might differ from one to the other.

Mairrera met her "Catch" for the night. She is quite innocent, since she is always starting out with the best intentions in mind, like she would only have wet-dripping pants only for the good-looking ones mid-conversations, if he knows why he is in a lounge at night by himself. Hoping to go home alone and crawl into bed feeling even lonelier than he was before he set out in the first place, then that's another useful but hopeless idea. Keep acting awkward and that would soon become reality. Awkward, as in keep to yourself and when a good-looking person says "hey", don't say a word, frown and sip your drink a little longer and keep the glass on your lips, just so you don't have to say anything and when you see the gender you like, especially a woman you like, dumbly sit or stand there and completely ignore her or stare and don't say a word because in your book of long history of loneliness, you believe that a woman should speak to a man first. I don't care what you think she might be, there are only two bottom-lines in view here... you are lonely and don't want anything but to end up going somewhere with exactly your type. Second bottom-line, the person in view is your type and a definite go. It is officially a do or not do moment. A master-plan, whatever you are saying or doing, should end in a goal... goal. What was that again? Not going home to crawl into bed lonely without your type that's obviously in view. How to do that? Good... That's the planning part. Not much, since all the man has to do is say the first hello, or it doesn't matter who said the first or last hello and, since we are all adults, none of it would matter after you had gone home and unwrapped everything and gotten a taste anyway. So now this is your focal point, you should only focus on saying things, the rights only, without the awkwardness of stating the obvious... like saying dumb things like - do you like me? What are you hoping for an answer?.. Meanwhile, if he liked you, now he is beginning to doubt that too, because you have succeeded at making him feel awkward about everything else, like why are you people even talking to each other in the first place... Ok. Maybe it's time out already. So you don't ask questions at all. If you must, ask about whatever is in front of you, however obvious and being a genius has nothing to do with asking obvious questions about things that have obvious answers. The point is, initiating the nature of the topic to induce more follow-up answers, explanations or supporting agreeable questions. If that's your type, you will know from the way the answer or response goes. If interested, he would be delighted and pleased to respond to whatever you say. He is probably not expecting you to be smart anyway, so it helps that he probably has a reason to smile at his own correct guesses or answers, but it is good and fair, since he gets to be the only smart one in the conversation anyway. Your catch is talking, and you can't be distracted at that time and even if your phone rings mid-conversation, you don't care, even if God was calling you, you are not picking up. After all, God is not the one about to make insane love to you that night and God sure ain't interested in who makes love to you that night nor any other night, so focus... focus. Now he is making jokes, honest jokes, of course, but you have to laugh honestly too. There's nothing more annoying, like fake laughters or any fake impressions of yourself. Honesty is always the best recipe for fun times. If it's gross... it's gross. If it's sweet… it's very sweet. Say it as though you mean it and have fun like that too. It is all you would rather do anyway.

Mairrera's catch is smashing, fun with a white-sparkly set of teeth as he laughs at every one of her jokes or just smiling widely because she is totally his type and all he can hear and think at the same time is going somewhere with her, now being a billionaire he doesn't take everyone home because it is his sanctuary, his sacred, safe place but there's a home, only to him, it's a house but if you dug for his honest opinion it's his private hotel-house, the type of house with rooms filled with memories of different late night sleepovers and fun get togethers, so when he meets any girl for the first time that's the next stop. Fully furnished with house-maids that worked round the clock, whether he brought someone over or not or whether he came around to check on them or not. They knew exactly what to do, so the house always stayed polished, the marbles would bare witness to that. Not that Mairrera had anything to do with the memories made at the stake-house nor cared enough to think about it. She is always in her own mind. It's like being in her own world where no one she doesn't want to think about or in front of her really exists. Like a worldly beast of her kind, foxes, to be precise, would only focus on what she wants to focus on. She can only see what's in front of her, not much of what's behind her, so such thoughts and memories don't bother her much, for all she cares about at that moment is feeling her very best emotions with the person in front of her and letting the worries of past-memories, do its own thinking and wandering for itself. So she would have fun like she always does. Have a good time, regardless of all the obvious thoughts about what this, her type must be like but isn't that part of what makes him her type? Believe it or not, it's part of the thrills of being with her type, the idea that he is capable of many things but don't, for her sake. The intentional self-control, that "could-do" but "won't do" part is the secret to her craze for her type. They can't be underestimated. It is bottom-line, but she respects them for that in particular and, in return, she would overlook a mistake or two just to compliment their loyalty, love and protection towards her. Her type always comes through for her. But now don't underestimate them was all I said and do lookout for when they switch. It is always swift and while they won't physically hurt me, they might try to make a point with it. The only point being to show how they are either hurting or trying to get my attention with it. Let's not talk about how I never pay attention to the details after they are gone, because the truth is that I never pay attention enough to knowing the details and I don't want to talk about details that I don't know. Well, back to Mairrera, who had been invited to the stake-house by her catch, first sight, she could spot the massive hookah set in the middle of the coffee table not dirty and definitely not lit either. The house looks spotless to taste, all the champagne bars to the left and all the brandy bars to the right. It's like walking into a private lounge, only this one is a personal living room for a gentleman 'bad boy" like him, but his looks don't say bad boy. It's more of a "I like luxury, so I bring every luxurious piece home". The problem is that if you weren't told it was a stake-house you couldn't have guessed it either. He is a playful catch, so it is about to be a fun time, and she is, legs and feet in.