Someday I'd like you to be my emergency contact person.
I think Pythagorean Theorem won't work on you. You're so damn acute.
I'd fancy being beneath you physically in addition to socially.
Let's have sex like the world is ending in three weeks.
I am looking for a leash-free relationship.
Baby, I've been inspecting your assets alllll day!
Bubbles aren't the only thing I'm good at blowing.
Your willingness to discuss Harry Potter with me greatly increases the probability that I'll let you Slytherin my Chamber of Secrets, and that's not just the Butterbeer talking.
I named my hard drive dat ass so once a month my computer asks me if I want to back "dat ass" up?