When talking to you, the extrovert mathematician looks at *your* shoes.
She was looking in Alderaan places.
Me: I don't have a unicorn. A: You better get naked and go into that Arby's and look for it anyway. M: Ok.
Because they're all dead.
All they talk about is the presidential erection
Don't worry, they've already told you the superior qualities it has over all the other smart phones by this time.
Anyone can roast beef, but not everyone can pea soup. (As told by my 8yo, who made me laugh with a joke for the first time. Proud dad moment.)
WAKA WAKA WAKA mile in his shoes.
Mosqui-toes.
So he could look at others' faces.
Don't worry, they'll tell you.
An extrovert mathematician will be looking at the other guy's shoes.