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The first day of the new year, a new month, and a new week was interesting. I managed to make it to church, the first since the Catholic church decided to change the English text, so the wording is exactly the same in every English speaking country around the world. I'm not a fan. If they wanted a universal lanuage, they should have just stuck with Latin. Which, btw, I would prefer. I find listening and saying mass in Latin more soothing and beautiful.

After church, I waited, and waited and waited for a bus to take me to the South End to meet up with some new friends for brunch at Gaslight. It was a warm day here in New England. I wore my boots, jeans and a long sleeved shirt and ended up carrying my coat b/c it was way too warm in the sun. I get on the 66 bus, which I'm familiar with, but end up having to go farther than I've ever ridden that bus, through areas I wasn't so sure about and totally felt like I stuck out. I was wearing my sunglasses and listening to my iPod while looking at my phone to guide me so I didn't miss my stop. We get to Brigham Circle and an older [than me] Puerto Rican sat in front of me and started telling me that I wasn't wearing my sunglasses right and I'm doing my best to ignore him, but he keeps looking and talking to me.

We drive past a church, I don't think it was a Catholic church, but to be honest, there are so many churches in Boston who knows what denomination it was. He asked why I didn't make a sign of the cross when we drove past it and then asked if I believed in God, b/c he thinks I do. After coming from church, I said yes, but really didn't want to get into a discussion on my religious beliefs. He then started to say whenever you ride a bus or train and pass a church you're supposed to make a sign of the cross b/c there are so many bad and evil souls riding on the buses and trains [here I'm thinking, you're a crazy guy who could very well be "evil" and I never heard of such a think] and that you make a cross when you pass so the angels protect you. [I hate nothing more when people preach to me, and despite my best efforts to fiddle with my iPod, he wouldn't leave me alone.]

He then said I was pretty and beautiful eyes [having removed the glasses from my eyes to stop the whole sunglasses conversation...that didn't work so well]. He then asked if I thought he was ugly, I said no. He asked if he was attractive, to which I said I don't know. And then he said he through I was attractive. Then he asked if I liked Puerto Ricans [he told me he's from Puerto Rico] and I said no. He looked at me and asked why. I said because. I said I have nothing against them, when I was to PR, they were very friendly and hospitable. He asked if I was married or had kids or was single and I said I had a boyfriend [he's a stranger, I was hoping he'd lay off by telling this white lie...he didn't.] The next question was "only one boyfriend? You look like a girl that would have 4." I'm like, "no, I'm not that type of girl".

Next he went on saying how he loves white woman and he puts HIS women first and takes care of them. How he tried dating Puerto Rican women and they just didn't do it for him. He asked what my boyfriend was, I told him white. [OMG, at this point I was so annoyed, but I'm laughing as I type this.] He said I'll end up dating him [yeah, NOT-GOING-TO-HAPPEN]. I started tuning him out and thankfully my stop came up and I could get off. Yeah, I'm never taking the bus that far again. I don't want to run into Eddie every again.

I get to Gaslight and have a nice time. After ordering a much needed mimosa, I enjoyed our conversations over french toast. It was a great couple of hours and kind of fun for me. I received the call inviting me to brunch this morning and so glad I said yes.

I didn't get to see the Bills/Pats game, but was happy to learn that they [the Pats] won. I also managed to do yoga and all-in-all, this has been a great start to 2012. Can't wait to see what else the stars have in store for me.