I know my math. And you’ve got one significant figure!
I’m a 30-60-90 triangle and you’re a 40-40-90 triangle – we’re just right for each other.
I hear you don’t like fractions. So will you let me be your other half?
Baby, you’re like a student and I am like a math book, you solve all my problems.
Yo baby, you want to see me solve a quadratic?
Are you a 45-degree angle, because you’re perfect.
I heard you like math, so what’s the sum of U+Me?
Hey girl… Can I call-cu-later?
You're embarrassed by my dense pickup lines? OK, I won't continuum. I'll be more discrete.
I less than three you.
You have changed my world to polar coordinates. Complex and imaginary things now have a magnitude and direction.
I was supposed to solve for X. I am so glad that I found U instead.
I memorized the first 300 digits of pi. If you gave me the 7 digits of your phone number, I could memorize them too.
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.
Do you like math? No? Me neither. In fact, the only number I care about is yours.
I’m a fraction – be my other half.
As I only have two factors, I’m the prime candidate for you.
I’m more interested in you than the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus.
I sure hope you know set theory, ’cause I wanna intersect and union with you.
You have one compact set.
You are the square to my root.
Why don’t we use some Fourier analysis on our relationship and reduce to a series of simple periodic functions?