Large collection of funny math based pick up lines.

Do you know what the square root of 81 is? (Hopefully they say nine) Oh, then you are not just another pretty face.

My vector has a really large magnitude. Would you care to normalize it?

Are you the square root of 2? Because I feel irrational when I am around 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.

Would you like to see the exponential growth of my natural log?

Do you want to do math? Let’s add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and multiply!

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

You’re as sweet at 3.14.

Yo baby, you want to see me solve a quadratic?

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

My love for you is like the slope of a concave up function because it’s always increasing.

Why can’t love be a one to one function? Then our relationship could be injective.

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

I wish I were your second derivative so i could fill your concavities.

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

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

Let’s make our slopes zero (slope of zero means horizontal => bed)

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

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

I’d like to instantiate your objects, and access their member variables.

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

Your body has the nicest arc length I’ve ever seen.”

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

Baby, lim (u->me) ? e^x = f(u)^n.

If I were sin2x and you were cos2x , together we’d be ONE!

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

Being with you is like switching to polar coordinates: complex and imaginary things now have a magnitude and direction.

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.

You and I must have the same natural frequency, because we resonate together.

The volume of a generalized cylinder has been known for thousands of years, but you won’t know the volume of mine until tonight.

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

You have nicer legs than an Isosceles right triangle.

How about I perform a sort on your variables, and you can analyze my performance?

Baby if you were a 6 I would want to be your (reflection about the x-axis + then reflection about the y-axis)

Wanna expand my polynomial?

If I’m the Riemann zeta function, you must be s=1.

I heard you’re sin because you’re always on top when we make tangent.

My friends told me that I should ask you out because you can’t differentiate. Do you need math help?

You’ve got more curves than a triple integral.

Baby, let me find your nth term.

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

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

You are one well-defined function.

Baby I wish I could live on a [integral of 1/cabin d cabin] with you.

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

Hey baby. Want to squeeze my theorem while I poly your nomial?

Excuse me, ma’am, but can I get your seven significant digits?

Archimedes cried out “eureka” and ran around naked and filled with joy when he discovered that the volume of a solid can be determined by how much it displaces. Spend more time with me and you will do the same.

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

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

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

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

We’ve been differentiating for too long, lets sum it up and integrate.

Hey baby, what’s your sine?

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

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’m overheating because you’re stuck in my head like an infinite loop.

Is that an asymptote in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

Baby, I wish you were x2 and I was x3/3 so I could be the area under your curve…

Hey baby, what’s your tanx cosx?

Instead of being the derivative, id much rather be the secant so i can touch u not only once, but twice.

Hey baby, can i see what’s under your radical.

You fascinate me more than the fundamental theorem of calculus.

Babe, you’re as beautiful as 1.618 (The Golden Number)

B equals T x N. I think you and I should study the T and N planes in depth.

What’s your sine? The sine^(-1) of you must be pi/2 cause you’re the one.

What’s your favorite linear transformation?

Nice calculator. Wanna iterate?

My vector has a really large magnitude. Would you care to normalize it?

Euclid said that two parallel planes don’t touch. Let’s go back to my room and study some non-Euclidean geometry.

Would you like to see the exponential growth of my natural log?

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

I do believe I am your reciprocal; we will be one when we multiply.

I wish I were a predicate so I could be the direct object of your affection.

My love for you is like a concave function’s positive first derivative, because it’s always increasing.

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 differential because then I’d be touching all your curves.

There are many proofs of my theorem, but you are far and away the most elegant.

Excuse me, ma’am, but can I get your seven significant digits?

Yo baby, you want to see me solve a quadratic?

I’ve been secant you for a long time.

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

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

I wish I was your secant line so I could touch you in at least two places!

Baby i just drew a pic of you on my ti83 but ur so hot my screen melted.

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

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

I’ll be the one over your cosx an baby, we can have secx!

Girl my love for you goes on like the number pi.

Whoops, I think my binomials just expanded.

If I was sin^2 theta and you were cos^2 theta together we would be 1.

If I move my lips half the distance to yours… and then half again… and again… etc…. would they ever meet? no? Well in this specific case i am going to disprove your assumption.

Baby, you’re a 9.9999999 … but you’d be a 10 if you were with me.

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

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

I think if you and i had Hex we’d be a perfect OA.

Why don’t you be the numerator and I be the denominator and both of us reduce to simplest form?

Huygens’ favorite curves were cycloids, but my favorite curves are yours.

My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.

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

Are you the square root of 2? because I feel irrational when I’m around you.

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

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

The surface of my cylinder is not a compact metric space.

Baby ill be your asymptotes so i can shape your curves…

The way the light reflects off the angles of your head is extremely enchanting.

In game theory I study situations in which both players can win. You want to be a part of one?

I’d like to instantiate your objects, and access their member variables.

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

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

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

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

We’ve been differentiating for too long, lets sum it up and integrate.

Hey baby, what’s your sine?

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

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’m overheating because you’re stuck in my head like an infinite loop.

Is that an asymptote in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

Baby, I wish you were x2 and I was x3/3 so I could be the area under your curve…

Hey baby, what’s your tanx cosx?

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

Like a quantum computation, our paths are entangled.

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

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

You’ve got more curves than a triple integral.

Lets make love like pi; irrational and never ending.

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