I=f(U), I can't function without you.
I’m a 30-60-90 triangle and you’re a 40-40-90 triangle – we’re just right for each other.
I’m not being obtuse, you are acute girl.
The square root of all my fantasies is you.
I sure hope you know set theory, ’cause I wanna intersect and union with you.
Yo baby, you want to see me solve a quadratic?
Are you p>0.5, because I’d never reject you.
Why don’t we use some Fourier analysis on our relationship and reduce to a series of simple periodic functions?
You're embarrassed by my dense pickup lines? OK, I won't continuum. I'll be more discrete.
I was supposed to solve for X. I am so glad that I found U instead.
My feelings for you have grown exponentially.
You must be a 90º angle. ‘Cause, you’re looking right!
Without you, I’m like a null set… Empty.
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.
Hey girl… Can I call-cu-later?
Do you like math? No? Me neither. In fact, the only number I care about is yours.
Do you want to cosine on a mortgage with me?
I less than three you.
My love for you is like an exponential curve. It’s unbounded.
You have changed my world to polar coordinates. Complex and imaginary things now have a magnitude and direction.
I heard you like math, so what’s the sum of U+Me?
I’m a fraction – be my other half.
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