Damn. I remember when Googling your date was something only MIT students did. Tempus frangit. (I leave to you, Gentle Reader, the obvious punch line about the likelihood of MIT students finding dates in the first place.) Incidentally, does anyone else feel rewarded when they recognize that two successive Neil Gaiman blog-post titles are, ultimately, riffs on Milton’s Samson Agonistes (1671)?
UPDATE: The lyricist provides the words in the comments below.