I wish I was your math homework, then I would be real hard, and you would be doing me all night.

In Euclidean geometry two parallel lines never touch … let’s go back to my place and study some non-Euclidean geometry.

If you were sin^2x and I was cos^2x, then together we’d make one.

You must have a p-value of at least 0.05, because I fail to reject you.

Are you √(2), ’cause I feel irrational around you.

I think you need a new kernel, because that was not so smooth.

You are significant predictor variable in my ‘how lucky am I’ regression model.

If I were a function you would be my asymptote – I always tend towards you.

I heard you’re good at algebra – Could you replace my X without asking Y?

My life goal is to make you harder than my calculus homework.

Does it feel lonely being there? “Excuse me?” Being in the top 1% of the beauty distribution?

I wish I was your second derivative so I could investigate your concavities.

Your beauty defies real and complex analysis.

My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.

You + Me = The number of sides in a Möbius Strip.