Are you a volcano? Because I lava you so much!
Are you the square root of -100? Because you’re a solid 10 but too good to be real!
You must be related to Alfred Nobel because baby you are dynamite!
I’ll open your heart like Nixon opened the door to China in ’72.
Are you a singularity? Not only are you attractive, but the closer I get to you, the faster time seems to slip by.
Are you an exception? I bet I can catch you.
You have one compact set.
You are my belongingness to my Maslow's Humanistic Theory based on the Hierarchy of needs.
Why don’t we use some Fourier analysis on our relationship and reduce to a series of simple periodic functions?
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.
Sedimentary rock has got nothing on the many layers of your amazing personality.
You must be phylum because you seem to be above class.
Are you a pile of dinosaur bones? Because I dig you!
The Tsar Bomba, the most powerful nuclear explosive in recorded history, has an output of 57 megatons of TNT
And that pales in comparison to how much of a bombshell you are.
If you go out with me, I promise I won’t take you for granite.
Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you are Cu-Te.
Baby, you’re like a student and I am like a math book, you solve all my problems.
I’m so glad prohibition was repealed, because I’m drunk on you.
Are you a keyboard? Because you're my type!
Let’s act like we’re a couple of colonists and do a few intolerable acts together.
If you were a function, then you’d be my asymptote ’cause I always tend toward you!
I would tell you more chemistry pick-up lines, but all the good ones Argon!
Do you want to be my lab partner? I think we could have some great chemistry together.
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