It is stated that the best athletes have an ability to slow the game down, their frame of reference, so they can achieve their goals, even foreseeing the opponents’ next move. Mathematicians also have a certain power of prediction. Simply stated, force equals mass multiplied by acceleration. I am also aware of the kinematic equations governing motion and parabolic movements. It is all very easy – just plug the numbers into a already existing skeleton of a function. Life is simply math. But at times the math gets fuzzy. For instance, that day she invited me over for a steak salad, I ran the calcs. Mass one multiplied by mass two and then by acceleration (earth’s gravity) equaled an unknown. I tried many variables to multiply against each mass, but it all yielded the same result (undefined). I sat there on my couch wondering what to use for “x” in this problem? And, of course, what about “y” (the result after the reason). One hand clenched the phone and the other, my TI-85 C Plus Silver. I also sat there realizing that I was starving – hungrier than I have been in a long time. But I had to slow my rhythm and neurotransmitters, logically synthesize this algorithm. What would happen if I traveled to her table? Would I receive something for which I’m not ready? Or even worse, would it be something I cannot predict?