Because that's about all I had going for me when Mr. Cutest Co-Worker Ever came by my office for our meeting. He has three master's degrees for god's sakes (he's a year younger than me!), and unfortunately I seem to turn into some sort of blubbering idiot when he's around. Or an airhead with a vocabulary of a second grader.
It's a good thing he doesn't work in my department, or people would start wondering how I got this job. But at least the scenery would be nicer.
OK, back to reality.