Dating Sucks my Ass (Part 2)

About a year and a half ago I went on a few dates with this guy. Many things were promising about Travis: he was good-looking, he was artistic (oooh, a photographer, not just a bartender who liked taking pictures), and he was from KC (we peripherally knew each other in high school, and I liked the idea of my dating life coming full-circle).

Unfortunately, I knew early on that things were not meant to be. What was the clue that gave it away? He told me he liked subway musicians.