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mylittleredgirl) wrote2004-08-05 05:09 pm
mylittleredgirl) wrote2004-08-05 05:09 pm
encounters of the Slavic kind
This poor Russian kid just came up to me in my New Non-Swanky Basement Office and started speaking Russian. Very fast.
Me: *brainfreeze* "Eep! I haven't spoken Russian in a long time."
Him: *more Russian*
Me: *makes stab at Russian to say that I haven't spoken it in six months*
Him: *in Russian* "But that's not so bad. You're Russian."
Me: *in Russian* "No. I'm not Russian, but I studied it in university."
Him: *VERY* confused.
Me: "It's very nice to meet you, my name is Sachi."
Him: "What?"
Lynn apparently told him that I was Olga, the *actually* Russian girl who works here. Poor kid was horribly flustered and all but ran away. He was also convinced that, since I am not Russian, I could never remember the name Yevgeny. Dude, I grew up at Kripalu. Yevgeny is a freaking *normal* name by comparison.
Lynn's rationale for the mixup?
Me: "Lynn! I'm not Olga!"
Lynn: "But he was cute!"
Sort of wish he hadn't been so totally mortified by the whole experience so that I would have had time to brain-switch into Russian (I'm always afraid to speak without properly doing that, because I know I'll randomly grab for words and probably come out saying something vulgar or completely absurd just because it sounds sort of Russian). He looked awfully jailbait-y to me (though a cute jailbait, to be sure), but Lynn thought he was older... so I will have to brush up on my Russian and find out ;)
Yay. That vastly improved my day.
-- Little Red, who is unfortunately fatally chicken about talking in Russian
Edited to add: Lynn tracked him down at dinner. He's 23.
Me: *brainfreeze* "Eep! I haven't spoken Russian in a long time."
Him: *more Russian*
Me: *makes stab at Russian to say that I haven't spoken it in six months*
Him: *in Russian* "But that's not so bad. You're Russian."
Me: *in Russian* "No. I'm not Russian, but I studied it in university."
Him: *VERY* confused.
Me: "It's very nice to meet you, my name is Sachi."
Him: "What?"
Lynn apparently told him that I was Olga, the *actually* Russian girl who works here. Poor kid was horribly flustered and all but ran away. He was also convinced that, since I am not Russian, I could never remember the name Yevgeny. Dude, I grew up at Kripalu. Yevgeny is a freaking *normal* name by comparison.
Lynn's rationale for the mixup?
Me: "Lynn! I'm not Olga!"
Lynn: "But he was cute!"
Sort of wish he hadn't been so totally mortified by the whole experience so that I would have had time to brain-switch into Russian (I'm always afraid to speak without properly doing that, because I know I'll randomly grab for words and probably come out saying something vulgar or completely absurd just because it sounds sort of Russian). He looked awfully jailbait-y to me (though a cute jailbait, to be sure), but Lynn thought he was older... so I will have to brush up on my Russian and find out ;)
Yay. That vastly improved my day.
-- Little Red, who is unfortunately fatally chicken about talking in Russian
Edited to add: Lynn tracked him down at dinner. He's 23.
I SEE!
And their mates are all "Are you sure there's nothing between you two?"
Them: "Are you crazy?"
Mates: "But you're all... *hand wavey gesture*"
Them: "...what?"
Mates: "Y'know. All flirty and stuff."
Them: "It's JUST Lizzie/John! C'mon! The only times we ever had sex was when we were really, really drunk."
Mates: "..."
Them: "WHAT!?"
And then when their mates dump their stupid asses... WHEE!
*sigh* Miss you.
Re: I SEE!
*snorts madly*
But aww. Yay for easy transitions into meaningful relationships. Well. Wait. From one type of meaningful relationship to another, more porntastic meaningful relationship.
Aww. I'm gonna smile about the Sex Vacations for the rest of the night.