Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?
I wish you were a door, so I can slam you all day.
You look familiar. What’s your Twitter handle? I think I follow you.
My name is #####, and I speak Klingon.
Are you a computer keyboard? Because you’re my type.
Our love is like dividing by zero . . . you cannot define it.
You’re like a dictionary — you add meaning to my life.
Are you Google Glass? ‘Cause you augment my reality.
You still use Internet Explorer? You must like it nice and slow.
Do you read Harry Potter? Your smile is like expelliarmus. Simple yet disarming.