Computer Geek Pick Up Lines

Computer Geek Pick Up Lines

Pick up lines for computer geeks and nerds like programmers, bloggers, hackers, SEO freaks and geeks unite! Try out these computer-themed pickup lines.

Computer Geek Pick Up Lines

If you were a USB Port i’d stick my jump drive into you.

Trust me, I’m user friendly.

YouTube Myspace and I’ll Google your Yahoo!

Girl, you are an A++.

You look familiar. What’s your Twitter handle? I think I follow you.

My name is #####, and I speak Klingon.

Your homepage or mine?

Im not staring, Im stuck in a loop. (Logic: while (girl=hot, look))

Hey Baby, Let me hack your kernel.

“Why don’t you come down to my basement apartment in my mom’s house and see me sometime?”

A life without you, would be like a computer without an OS.

If I was an operating system, your process would have top priority.

I’d like to play on your laptop.

Be the hard drive of my dreams.

Could I borrow your smartphone? I need to post a Facebook status update that I’ve met the woman of my dreams, in order to make all the ex-girlfriends I’m still Facebook friends with jealous.

You make my software turn into hardware!

You must be Windows 95 because you have me so unstable.

Computer techs have skilled fingers if you know what I mean.

Are you an angel, because your texture mapping is divine!

If you won’t let me buy you a drink, at least let me fix your laptop.

I think you could be an integral part of my project life cycle.

What’s a nice girl like you doing in a chat room like this?

You had me at “Hello World.”

You got me stuck on Caps Lock, if you know what I mean.

Isn’t your e-mail address beautifulgirl@mydreams.com?

I’ll bet my hard drive is the biggest you’ve ever seen.

Want to come see my HARD Disk? I promise it isn’t 3.5 inches and it ain’t floppy.

How about we go home and you handle my exception?

If you were an ISP I’d dial you all day long.

If you have an empty slot, I have the card to fill it.

No, that’s not a iphone in my pants, but thanks for noticing.

Mind if I run a sniffer to see if your ports are open?

My ‘up-time’ is better than BSD.

I was hoping you wouldn’t block my pop-up.

Need me to unzip your files?

Your beauty rivals the graphics of MW3.

You’ve stolen the ASCII to my heart.

You can put a Trojan on my Hard Drive anytime.

Hey, how ’bout I take off your cover and insert a bigger CPU.

I’d switch to a Iphone for you.

Nice Set of Floppies!

No, that’s not an iPod mini in my pocket. I’m just happy to see you.

How about we do a little peer-to-peer saliva swapping?

Want to see my Red Hat?

How’d you like to come to MySpace so I can Twitter you with my Yahoo until I Google on your FaceBook?

“Anonymity makes me even more handsome.”

You must be tired because you’ve been streaming through my RSS feed all day…

Here’s my number: 0011 0011 1011  0001 0010 1000 0101

I want all of our functions to be read/write.

I think we should increase our bandwidth.

You are the JDK (Java Development Kit) in my life. I won’t compile without you.

You are my superclass: you define what I can do.

Oh little processer of my desire!

If you were a part of my domain, we could share cookies.

Is your name google? (Why?) Because you have exactly what I’m looking for!

You have nice syntax.

Hey cutie! I have a processor, and if you have an empty slot on your motherboard.

I would love to stick my pins into your sockets.

No kinky Windows stuff.

Press any key to continue.

Roses are #FF0000, violets are #0000FF. All my base are belong to you.

Phone for you, I think it’s your motherboard.

Are you an exception? Let me catch you.

Are you my driver? Because you make my life worthwhile.

My love for you comes with no strings attached.

No matter how I sort things, you’ll always be first.

Hey baby, did you know I am wearing a C-String?

Could I have your I.P.?

How’d you like to come to MySpace so I can Twitpic your Yahoo until you tweet my Tumblr and I Google all over your Facebook!

You are a field in my class. You will always be protected.

We can make beautiful .wav files together.

I wish to uncompress you over *all* my disk space.

I’ll always have cache for you.

Well, if that’s how you feel, I guess it’s time to upgrade.

I think you’re my compiler. My life wouldn’t start without you.

My main method is ‘public love iLoveYou().’

Baby, let’s configure our hard drives in master and slave position.

Oh, you found out about my backups, didn’t you?

Before you, I was a PC without a power outlet.

Baby, if they made you in Java, you’d be the object of my desire.

I had to drop out of college because the $250,000,000 software company I started in my dorm room was taking up too much of my time. Can I buy you a PC?

Baby you know this junk isn’t USB2.0..it’s firewire!

Can you be my private variable? I want to be the only one with access to you.

Well, now you’ve gone and killed my process.

Let’s interface our hardware.

You are the IDE of my life: I find it easier because of you.

You are my loop condition. I keep coming back to you.

Hey baby, I’m a power source, and you’re the kind of resistor i’d like to deliver my load to.

You are so hot girl that when I first laid eyes on you, I reached a runtime error.

Have you been Googling me? I’ve got my blog all tricked out with analytics and I think I’ve been seeing your IP address in them.

Do u like me? Text ’1′ for ‘Yes,’ ’2′ for ‘No.

I’ve fully rebooted from my last relationship.

Your eyes are far more gorgeous than any source code I have ever seen.

Are you an applet? You make me feel all GUI (gooey) inside.

Public class Your World extends My World.

Every once and a while two numbers meet, link, and become forever binary.

Would you like to enjoy my laptop, I promise I don’t have any viruses…

You make me want to calibrate my joystick without the latest drivers.

Nobody turns me on from a cold boot like you.

Baby, you must be running a TCP protocol, since every time I talk to you, your body gives me an acknowledgment!

while(myBAC >= 0.3) {

yourHotness++;

}

Is your network encrypted? Im looking to hack.

Hey baby, lets turn off our firewalls and connect our Ethernet cable.

Living with you would be like living in a virtual reality.

Baby, you over clock my processor.

Are you a double? The thought of you always floats inside my head.

Are you a computer whiz… it seems you know how to turn my software to hardware.

My attraction for you is stronger than the magnetic forces inside of my hard disk.

There is no primitive data type that could possibly hold the number of things I would do to spend one night with you.

I wish you were DSL so I could get high speed access.

We are an aggregation of classes: one cannot exist without the other.

You are my increment operator. You make my value increase.

You are my methods. I am nothing without you.

Do you think we can make it a step more serious and disable network sharing?

As of now, my mother doesn’t have a Facebook account so, if we were to take this thing to the next level, you wouldn’t have to worry about rejecting her inappropriate Family Request.

I CAN HAS DA NASTY WIT U?

Don’t worry honey, they call it my dual-channel RAM.

If I were a method, you must be my parameter, because I will always need you.

I output gibberish as you tap my keypad.

Don’t worry, the first couple of times it’s always Abort, Retry, Fail.

You are my API. I want to know everything about you.

Most people say women are NP-complete, but if I get you into bed, I can solve you in polynomial time!

No GPU in the world could make you look hotter than you already are.

I am a boolean method whose love will always return true.

My love is a for loop without the increment operator— infinitive, non-terminating, and difficult to stop once it starts running.

“Let me be the ‘throws Exception’ to your ‘public static void main (String[] args)’. I will accept whatever you give me.

[me != me]. [me += you].

Our Love Routines link perfectly.

You are my initializer: without you, my life would point to nothing (null).

My love for you cannot be measured with an int, not with a long, and not even with an array. It is out of bounds and infinite….

I’ll have to try again tomorrow, because you’ve already exceeded my bandwidth.

I am the field attribute in your class: I can’t exist unless you do.

You are my semicolon; always present in everything I do.

I’m overheating because you’re stuck in my head like an infinite loop.

Baby, if they made you in C, you would have a pointer to my heart.

My love for you is a constant variable: unupdatable and unchangeable.

Can you be my ActionListener? That way you notice everything that I do.

I am a BufferedReader. You input meaning into my life.

Let’s just cut to the chase, I wanna hotsync your PDA.

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