You may think something doesn’t add up about these funny pick up lines but you’ll soon change your mind when you try them out on acute-y! There’s nothing derivative about them!
Funny Math Pick Up Lines
I wish I were your differential equations homework.
‘Cause then I’d be hard, and you’d be doing me on your desk.
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 derivative, baby.
So I can lay tangent to dem curves.
Hey baby, what’s your sine?
I heard you’re good at algebra.
Could you replace my X without asking Y?
I’d like to plug my solution into your equation.
I’m not being obtuse, but you’re acute girl.
You’ve got more curves than a triple integral.
Honey, you’re sweeter than pi.
I don’t know if you’re in my range, but I’d sure like to take you back to my domain.
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.
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 proving the existence of love at nth sight by induction, and you’re my base case.
I need a little help with my Calculus, can you integrate my natural log?
Are you a ring theorist?
‘Cause dat butt is a maximal ideal.
By looking at you I can tell you’re 36-25-36, which by the way are all perfect squares.
You and I must be inverse logical functions.
Because I could compliment you all day.
I wish I was your Fourier Transform so I could investigate the frequency of those curves.
Hey I wish I were sin2(x) and you were cos2(x) because then we would become one.
Are you a 45 degree angle?
Because you’re acute-y.
Hey, baby want to squeeze my theorem while I poly your nomial? Hey… nice asymptote.
Hey babe, are you an inverse function?
Because you make my natural log rise exponentially.
I’ll take you to your limit if you show me your end behavior.
The measure of your imperfections is zero.
Are you a math teacher?
Because you got me harder than calculus.
I wish I was your second derivative so I could investigate your concavities.
I believe you’ll find my Hardy-Littlewood quite maximal.
You must be the square root of two because I feel irrational around you.
The derivative of my love for you is 0, because my love for you is constant.
I am equivalent to the Empty Set when you are not with me. I don’t like my current girlfriend. Mind if I do a you-substitution?
Are you a compact set?
Because I’d love to get you under my finite covers.
I think our Collatz Conjecture holds: wherever we start, we should end up being one.
If you were a graphics calculator, I’d look at your curves all day long.
Is your contravariant hom-functor left exact?
‘Cause I’d like to inject into you.
You make me NP-hard, but I have an algorithm for you to approach me.
I wish I were the first N terms of your convergent Taylor polynomial expansion so I could get close to you.
I wanna simplify the square root of u squared so u and i can be together.
Every prime number 1 mod 4 is a sum of two squares. Uhh…. wanna go out for dinner?
I feel that you and I can’t be described as the union of two disjoint open sets whose complement is empty.
Baby, you make me harder than the travelling salesman problem.
I’ve got an orthogonal non-linear operator that’d I’d love to integrate over your entire surface.
My legs are separable if you’re doing the splitting.
Do I sense a bijection between us?
Because I’d like to inject my homomorphism onto you.
You can call me Surjection because I want to fill your range.
I want to have my unit vector on your nullspace.
My love for you is like pi. Irrational and never ending.
My love for you is like a concave up function.
It’s always increasing.
You fascinate me more than the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus. Are you a 90 degree angle?
‘Cause you are looking right!
My love is like an exponential curve.
My love for you is like a fractal.
It goes on forever.