I think we should try to fix these - give the neural network some guidance;
You must be a triangle because I corner keep my eyes off of you.
You must be a triangle because meeting you is a sine.
You must be a (right) triangle because It just got 90 degrees hotter in here.
You must be a triangle because I have an acute pain in pain in my heart.
You must be a triangle because my pants are scalene-up.
You must be a triangle because being with you just feels right.
You must be a triangle because my interior is feeling quite degenerate.
You must be a triangle because you’re acute one.
You must be a triangle because I want you to cosine a marriage certificate.
You must be a triangle because you keep my mind going off on tangents.
You must be a triangle because you’re tempting me into a Pythagorean lifestyle.
You must be a triangle because the sum of your angles has flipped my heart upside-down.
You had me at “hello” “I have a cenver? Because I just stowe must your worms.” (Future romantic movie dialog)
“I don’t know you” - Huh, so people were trying to chat me up, and I never realized it? Their blank stares and stiff posture were really their way of saying, “I want you”?
“You look like a thing and I love you.” - That would totally work on me.
So many easy fixes -
“Are you a camera… because I imagine dust must be a real nightmare for you.”
“Are you a candle? Because… it looks like you’re dripping some wax. Uh, right into my heart.”
“You must be a tringle? 'Cause… you resemble a straight, narrow piece of molding that would fit perfectly between the architectural details of my life.”
“If I had a rose for every time I thought of you… there would be severe glut in the rose supply, causing prices to crash.”
“I have a cenver? Do I? I have no idea what that is.”
I have no idea. Probably for the same reason that I, who can drop five triangle-related pickup lines at the drop of a hat (a marketable skill if I’ve ever heard one) am as well.
My guess is a global conspiracy by women to breed trigonometry skills out of the next generation.
Or… Nah, it can’t be me. Definitely the women, acting in concert.