> Oh sexiest Oracle, whose sweat smells so good that Marilyn Monroe
> should have worn it at night instead of Chanel N.5, I need your
> I'm supposed to meet my thesis advisor a few times per week,
> to talk about algebraic geometric and similar not-very-exciting
> subjects. The problem is that, as soon as I see him, my legs
> become weak, I start blushing, and instead of thinking about
> algebraic curves I feel like removing all his clothes and making
> love to him on his office's carpet.
> So what should I do?