Hey…nice asymptote.

Hey baby, what’s your sine?

Can I explore your mean value?

Honey, you’re sweeter than pi.

I’ve been secant you for a long time.

My love for you is like pi… never ending.

I’m not being obtuse, but you’re acute girl.

You’ve got more curves than a triple integral.

I’d like to plug my solution into your equation.

You and I would add up better than a Riemann sum.

Are you a 45 degree angle? Because you’re acute-y.

Do you need math help? Wanna expand my polynomial?

I’ll take you to the limit as X approaches infinity.

My love is like an exponential curve – it’s unbounded

My love for you is like y=2^x… exponentially growing.

My love for you is like a fractal – it goes on forever.

Are you a 90 degree angle? ‘Cause you are looking right!

Our love is like dividing by zero… you cannot define it.

Let’s take each other to the limit to see if we converge

If I’m sine and you’re cosine, wanna make like a tangent?

I am equivalent to the Empty Set when you are not with me.

Your beauty cannot be spanned by a finite basis of vectors.

Let me integrate our curves so that I can increase our volume

I’ll take you to your limit if you show me your end behavior.

Hey, baby want to Squeeze my Theorem while I poly your nomial?

You fascinate me more than the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus.

Are you a math teacher? Because you got me harder than calculus.

My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function

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

You are the solution to my H0m0geneous system of linear equations.

Your name is Leslie? Look, I can spell your name on my calculator!

I wish I was your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.

I hope you know set theory because I want to intersect and union you

I don’t like my current girlfriend. Mind if I do a you-subsS#xution?

It’s okay, we’re commutative, it doesn’t matter which way we multiply

If you were a graphics calculator, I’d look at your curves all day long!

You must be the square root of two because I feel irrational around you.

I need a little help with my Calculus, can you integrate my natural log?

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

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

The derivative of my love for you is 0, because my love for you is constant.

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

My friends told me that I should ask you out because you can’t differentiate.

My love for you is like a concave up function because it is always increasing.

Baby, you’re like a student and I’m like a math book… you solve all my problems!

I don’t know if you’re in my range, but I’d sure like to take you back to my domain.

By looking at you I can tell you’re 36-25-36, which by the way are all perfect squares.

I’m good at math… let’s add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply!

Hey baby, even though 0 isn’t a quadratic equation, I still like how you factor it (o)(o)

How can I know so many hundreds of digits of pi and not the 7 digits of your phone number?

I wish I was your problem set, because then I’d be really hard, and you’d be doing me on the desk.

Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.

It’s a good thing you’re an integer, because I’m all real numbers, so with respect to me, you are open to multiplication?

Meeting you is like making a switch to polar coordinates: complex and imaginary things are given a magnitude and a direction.

Since distance equals velocity times time, let’s let velocity and time approach infinity, because I want to go all the way with you.

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.

My love for you is like the derivative of a concave up function because it is always increasing. we’re going to A$$ume this concave up function resembles x^2 so that slopes is actually increasing.