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I have the candles going, dinner is on the stove, the house is smelling wonderful and I have a nice outfit on for a change. The sweats and baggy tops are taking a break and I am all ready.

Got you didn’t I? How did she get a DATE?! She’s the one who doesn’t give a “whatever” about being on a date and is now prepped and ready?

Nope, I don’t have a date. I was just kidding.

My evening will be like any other evening. It will be quiet, pleasant and relaxing. No wondering if the guy is going to like the meal, the conversation and most of all no anxieties about what is going to follow after dinner. I don’t have those worries anymore (maybe one day soon) and I’m NOT missing them either. Life is nice without the “dating niceties” and being on your best behavior.

What am I really doing this evening? Well, my date just walked in. He is wearing his usual furcoat, has the cutest smile on his face and a waddle of a walk that can capture any woman’s heart. It looks like he just had his bath.

HIM: “Ready?”

ME: “More than ready!”

HIM: “Isn’t this so much nicer than any of those losers who used to show up here? It should always be this way.”

Hmm….that is the little Pharoah talking. He thinks he was some kind of Egyptian God in a previous life and knows more than most about relationships anyway. What about Einstein? He thinks he was him too. Remember they have nine lives! God only knows what the rest are! I’ll find out soon enough if things keep going this way.

Coming back to the topic at hand, we are going to play a game of hide and seek. It is his favorite. He hides and I find him. If I do, he gets 10 kisses on his forehead each time. Either way, he wins every time!

It is going to be a wonderful evening with my best buddy in the whole wide world by my side. No ifs. ands, or buts about it! For those of you not in the know, I am talking about Chachi, the cat, my little love and my 24/7 companion who has a mouth on him but I love him to bits!

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What are you doing this evening?

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This is one personality trait that stands out like a sore thumb to me. I’ve encountered several people who came across as the nicest people but after awhile I found out that the “niceness” was all a form of play-acting to get what they wanted.

I met a woman who seemed really nice at first glance and continued to be so after a few meetings. We had a friendship thing going. She was in a bad place in her life and needed help. I helped but at one point, it just got to be too much. That was when the real person stepped out and her mask of niceness was gone in an instant. I recall the numerous tweets accusing me of being heartless. Then one day I just blocked her!

I’ve met men who are in the same category. They come across as being overly nice at first meeting. I met this one guy who was a cheater, liar, and a narcissist all rolled into one. I didn’t find out about all his personality traits until much later. There was also a total lack of empathy and compassion and he kept playing the same games over and over again all the time wearing his Mr. Nice Guy mask. Things came to a head when I told him that I was pulling whatever fed his ego from him. The thing is, it didn’t affect him. He was off and running to his next victim! That is what narcissists do.

My mom lost her life to someone who came across as a very nice woman from another land. In the beginning, she was nice and won over my mother’s trust. I think that’s how they work. Once that was established, she went to work. Her goal was to find out as much as she could especially about the monetary stuff. My mom obliged thinking she was dealing with a nice person. Then one day, this woman took her life for some money and jewelry and left my mom to die in her bedroom with her head bashed in and her life seeping away. Horrific but it happened.

Beware of people who are overly nice especially those with their sorry stories. Scammers do this routine well. I’ve lost my wife, I’m raising a child on my own or there is a family emergency and I need money! The romance variety sometimes want money as well but I think they are into scamming you in another way. The ones who cheat and lie are after what they can get through emotional manipulation. They always have their eyes open for the next victim and the one who will comply to their demands! Unfortunately, the internet plays both ways. Information is at your fingertips but on the other hand, people with no good intentions are out there in masses, so tread carefully. Too nice? Ask yourself why before you venture further.

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What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

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Have I ever had an ideal week? The answer is a definite NO! I have good intentions all lined up in a row at the start of a brand new week but I’m still not where I should be as far as letting things roll over like water off a duck’s back so getting an ideal week is still an uphill battle.

Take last week for example. It started out just fine. Then I had the all-important test that turned out negative and that was good news. I should have been happy as a lark but no, life stepped in wearing bells no less. I had a problem in the house that needed to be fixed. That took time and effort. The air was slowly being let out of the balloon. Needless to say, when something happens it doesn’t just stop at one thing. It comes in threes! That has superstition attached to it but since I swallow all those sayings and predictions hook, line and sinker, it wasn’t long before I had another thing looming up and hissing at the fringes!

Ideal it was not. So I would say that my ideal week if it ever happens is one where I have nothing to fix, take care of or having to do circles around the impossible. It is one where life goes smoothly and I can sit back, take a deep breathe and let the world go to pieces!

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Describe your ideal week.

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I’m not into professional athletes but there is one name that stands out not because I respect him the most but for another reason. The name that jumps into my head or comes to mind is David Beckham.

It only did that because I had done some write-ups on him especially when he did the H & M underwear campaign. YES!! That was something else. The man was ripped in all the right places and he looked, well, let’s just say he looked fantastic in his next to nothings. The campaign was a huge success for H & M since Beckham was one of the most marketable men in the world at that time. The collection focused on quality and comfort and it included briefs, boxers, vests, and pyjamas. Who cares? That’s right, no one cared what he had on, the less the better! I had forgotten just how fascinating the man looked with that inquisitive look plastered on his face. The launch caused a mass hysteria and rightfully so. No one could look this good? Well, he did.

He still looks good and has gone on to advertise more products. He is brand ambassador for Tudor watches, Tempur mattresses, Nespresso coffee machines Pepsi and so on. His diverse advertising and brand ventures have earned him hundreds of millions.

Just goes to show, looks matter in a world that is obsessed with the beautiful people. Add prowess to that and they’ve got it made!

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Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.

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I use “stop” a lot. It is in my arsenal of most used words. Chachi, the cat, gets the brunt of it and I use it with friends and sometimes when I’m talking to myself. Yes, I do talk to myself since I’m best friends with my inner me. It usually goes something like this:

“Tia, stop doing that stuff!” or “Tia, you need to stop doing this over and over again.” This word has negativity attached to it but at times it spurs me on to do better as well. However, with Chachi, “stop” has a definite negative connotation or rather he takes it that way. The munchkin does not like the word, “STOP!” He often gives me this look that says, “You are not the boss of me!” Oh well, that is not going to stop me from using it when he is up to something or when he leaves cupboard doors open after exploring in them!

My son also gets the word “stop” quite often. It’s because young people and especially my guy seems to think that unloading on mom is a great thing to do! He was this sweet kid that grew up into young adulthood and found that mom is an easy target to vent his frustrations on. A normal conversation quickly turns into something else when one single word has the power to set off a minefield! Case in Point: We were talking about shirts for his new job and suddenly it went off the rails. According to him, I was doing everything wrong so before it went further, I said “STOP!” This word also has the potential to derail conversations that I don’t want to be a part of. It comes in handy at the right times.

It is a four letter word that is like the caped crusader, it swoops down to save the day. It jumps in when needed, it fights the battle you don’t want to fight and when all is said and done, it steps back and sits and waits till the next time! What’s not like?

A great word to have in your pocket when you need it but I find that I tend to use it a lot. I would like to get rid of it at some point and come up with something else that is less “bossy” and one that comes across better without irritating people because it does. However, it does the job well and for now I am going to hang on to it!

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If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?

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I wanted to say Maui in Hawaii but I decided to go with Japan. I’ve written about Maui before so Japan is the next furthest place I’ve ever been. I recall I was headed to Asia and needed to catch a connecting flight from Japan.

I was tired when we landed in Japan. It was getting dark and I had very little time before my next flight took off from there. The terminal was very crowded AND the signs, the all-important ones, that tell you where to go were all in Japanese! The people I spoke to couldn’t help, they just spoke Japanese and I was lost! After several minutes of trying to no avail, I decided to walk around. Suddenly, a young Japanese businessman approached me and spoke to me in English! He told me, “Don’t worry, I’ve traveled all over the world and when I come into this airport, I get lost as well!” That made me feel a whole lot better but I still had the predicament of getting to where I needed to go.

He was nice enough to walk with me to an area where we had to go down some stairs. It was dark and I felt uneasy but I had my brave face on and didn’t show how I was feeling. Suddenly we were outside in the cold evening air. He told me I needed to take a bus or an airport shuttle to get to where I needed to go! He saw the alarm on my face but assured me that I would be alright. He waited till I boarded the bus and with a wave and a smile, he was gone. The bus driver did not speak English and I was the only one on that shuttle! I kept my eyes peeled and saw the sign I needed. To make a long story short, I made it in time for my next flight.

I recall that trip and it stands out for all the reasons I mentioned above. It was nerve-wracking and for a single female alone and one who gets jittery at even the smallest thing, it stands out like a sore thumb. Perhaps, they have better signs now in English but back then, that was not the case.

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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

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I visualize my ideal home as being on two floors with enough space to get lost in! It should have lots of windows to let the light in but not enough to let intruders in! I have a fear of things that go bump in the night including the human kind. It should be well-protected meaning it has good lighting at night, cameras that patrol the area and doors and windows that are burglarproof.

A single woman living alone has her fears but I live in a safe neighborhood where nothing much happens. TOUCH WOOD! Yes, I am superstitious as well. I usually have a peaceful night but once in a while, I hear a loud thump and my heart goes racing. It is usually a stray cat out there having fun or another animal I know not of.

I would call my house my ideal home. It is in a quiet neighborhood, the fields are just a stone’s throw away, the neighbors keep to themselves (it is just the way of an old village) but I love the peace and quiet. The house itself has four floors and it is too big for one person plus a cat but I am used to it and I can’t see myself living anywhere else. If I could do it over, I would get rid of the top floor, it hardly gets used and I would redo the wellness area in the cellar. I’ll do away with the sauna and make it into an extra bedroom or just an area to lounge in. The stairs get tedious at times especially when you have to carry the vacuum up and down the stairs but I love the “security” of sleeping upstairs with the bedroom door locked!

My ideal home is where I live right now.

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What does your ideal home look like?

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I’ve written about the little furball many many times here and I know I’ve waxed lyrical about him but he is worth waxing lyrical over. He makes me laugh, he makes me happy and at times, he brings a tear of joy to my eye.

The little guy has his ways but he is one smart cookie! He learns quickly and knows how NOT to act like a typical cat when he is interacting with his mommy. His nails are well-sheathed when he runs his paws through my hair to wake me, it is soft and smooth and done very lovingly. When I give him a cleaning, it is met with no protest. He sits there quietly trusting that his mom would not hurt him whatever she does. I can clip his nails, give him a wash cloth bath and even clean his eyes and ears with no problems at all. Once a week, he gets his teeth cleaned with a tiny glove that goes over his pearly whites and he takes it like a champ. When all is said and done, he rubs up against my arm or shoulder, gives me this all loved up look and takes care of his own needs. It could be a drink of water, some food or just while his time away in his window seat.

The thing he does that brings a tear of joy to my eyes is this newly found way of showing affection. Kisses done the cat’s way is a thing of the past. He used to brush his nose against mine and then go all the way up and plant a kiss on my forehead. These days that has changed. Now, he comes straight for my lips, looks into my eyes and then stops just short, perhaps a millimeter away and moves away. Guys, it’s the closest to getting a “kiss” from little macho but I know that it is his way of saying, “I love you.” It definitely brings a tear of joy to my eye!

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What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

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