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

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 y=2^x... exponentially growing.

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

Let's go back to my room and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.

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

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

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

What say we slip between my beta-pleated sheets and you get to know my alpha-helix?

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