Darn it! *whack*

So, there's this new manager at the restaurant that I work at (yes, I still do), and his name is Oleg. He's from Russia and has been living in the states for about 8 years. He was a gymnast for 13 years before he moved to the US and now he's a manager of a major hotel/restaurant, which is what he went to school for. He's quite cute, and as I was looking at him, I realized one thing...

HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE FEDJA!!!

The only difference between Oleg and Fedja is that Fedja is tall and has no eyetooth on the left side, but Oleg is a little shorter and has perfect teeth. Oleg is also nice and curtious, kind and generally interested in everything I have to say (which is always a plus). And Fedja is well, full of himself and not very observant of the emotional status of anyone but himself and his new targets. Oleg also has the ability to make me blush as well as forget to do major things like...breath maybe? I, of course, am a major sucker for accents, and he has a deep russian accent that I just...mmmmmmm*sigh* over. So...there I was at work yesterday, trying very hard not to make it too obvious (so basically I was a blushing mute girl) while doing my job as best as my jello-ey legs would let me. He kept coming into the kitchen and brushing behind me to reach up over my shoulder and put a glass away, or lightly putting his hand on my arm to tell me something, and then "the remark" was made that had me practically sprinting into the safetly of the dishpit.

---THE REMARK--

Oleg: So cassandra, do you think we need to order more silverware?
me: yeah, cuz we keep running out of it before I have a chance to clean any.
Oleg: yeah, I think I will do that tomorrow.
me: sounds good to me. (hesitated) Um Oleg...can I ask a personal question?
Oleg: Um sure, vat is it?
me: (trying desperately to control cheek color and stammer ability) Um...how old are you anyway?
Oleg: I'm 28 years old...why, is that too old for you?
me: (blurting honesty) Oh not at all! (crap! panic! stammer!) Um..I mean, it depends on..um...well, no (nervous twittering laughter).
Oleg: (confused twittering laughter) Oh, ok!
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At this point I was a wee bit mortified because the reason for my hasty retreat....he is MARRIED!! (baaaaahhh haaaa haaaa). I noticed the ring finally as I was totally flirting, and got REALLY embarrased. He later then made sure to mention his wife in the conversation. Well, ya, I would mention the fact that I had a husband if ever the need arrived. Grrr...argh!

Needless to say that unless he asks me a question, I won't be talking to him soon, cause now I'm all embarrassed because I was TOTALLY flirting with him, and I know he picked up on that. *sigh...that Alanis Morisette song "Ironic" comes into mind..you know the one..."I've met the man of my dreams and then his beautiful wife". Yeah...that's me.

I guess I have to be a sad Tart and drool over a celeb that I'll never get a chance to meet. My heart goes out to you Mr. Gerard Butler...just in case you didn't know. Cheerio.