When the irrational and transcendental number π occasionally reveals herself to excite the mathematical brethren of her numerical or geometric hidden properties, be it through some new beautiful pattern or little juicy theorem.
Both number theorists and numerologists get pretty aroused when they get invited to attend a pi striptease event (by invitation only), whose aha! moments could get them mathematically excited for days.
He arrived at her doorstep steeped from the rain that now muffled his low, monotone apology. He began his emo striptease, hoping the last night's muzzy attempt to make out with her could be forgotten. When he was ready to cry, she was ready to discard their years of quiet friendship in exchange for his malnourished frame - pale and warm, irrevocably moist when undressed. His sweater, jeans, and tattered underwear remained in the same pile. When he redressed he swore he could smell his former self between the layers of must. "I'll buy flowers..." he muttered, but quickly toothed his lips.