The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. Your question was:

> 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 > help. > > 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?

And in response, thus spake the Oracle:

} You should seek therapy.