I sure hope you know set theory, ’cause I wanna intersect and union with you.
Girl, we must be a bipartite graph, because I just thought of an efficient algorithm for finding an optimal matching for the two of us.
You breathe oxygen too? We have so much in common!
Shouldn’t we be carbon dating right now? Let’s get on with it.
Like the ideal vacuum, you’re the only thing in my universe.
Are you the moon? Because even when it’s dark you still seem to shine.
Like America to Hawaii in 1898, you’ve annexed my heart.
I’m like the Jean Baptiste-Colbert of relationships. I never trade with anyone else.
Your angles must be less than 90 degrees because I think that you are so acute.
Wow, you're undeniably exothermic! I bet you get that reaction a lot.
You must be chlorine cause you are polarizing my bond.
My love for you is like a Trojan Horse, it’ll sneak up on you when you least expect it.
I was working on my family history. Do you think it's too early to list you as a spouse?
You are my loop condition. I keep coming back to you.
You are my belongingness to my Maslow's Humanistic Theory based on the Hierarchy of needs.
You are one well-defined function!
If you were an element you'd be francium because you're the most attractive.
Do you want to be my lab partner? I think we could have some great chemistry together.
I’m attracted to you like the earth is attracted to the sun – with a large force inversely proportional to the distance squared.
Wanna dance? I can really put your inertia in motion.
Why don’t we use some Fourier analysis on our relationship and reduce to a series of simple periodic functions?
The square root of all my fantasies is you.
I think you might be a star because I can’t stop orbiting around you.
You must be copper because I could really CU ending up with me.
You are my semicolon; always present in everything I do.
Let’s show Potassium and water that the two of us can make a more energetic reaction together than them!
Do you know why Uranium is my favorite element on the periodic table of elements? That’s because I love U!
Are you good at math? Can you help me solve for x? X = your number.
I’m so glad prohibition was repealed, because I’m drunk on you.
You be the battery, I’ll be the aluminum foil and together we’ll light up the world.
You are the Renaissance to my Dark Ages, you light up my world.
I need more than 140 characters to tell you how beautiful you are.
Are you a 45-degree angle, because you’re perfect.
Are you a dictator? Because you have absolute power over me.
The two of us go perfectly together like hydrogen and oxygen.
Your infectious smile puts cholera to shame.
I was supposed to solve for X. I am so glad that I found U instead.
You must be phylum because you seem to be above class.
Your beauty is like Pi, never-ending.
In my own version of the periodic table of elements, the number one element is U.
Baby, you rock my world!
Anaerobic respiration reminds me of how you take my breath away.
Lava is red and tsunamis are blue. If I had to choose a case study, I’d choose you.
If you were a function, then you’d be my asymptote ’cause I always tend toward you!
You are the HCl to my NaOH. With our sweet love, we could make an ocean together.
I can figure out the square root of any number in less than 10 seconds. What? You don’t believe me? Well, then, let’s try it with your phone number.
Permit me to restructure the periodic table of elements and I would place U and I together.
You are sweeter than 3.14.
I’ll open your heart like Nixon opened the door to China in ’72.
Are you the square root of -100? Because you’re a solid 10 but too good to be real!