No record.

Taylor stands up. She then wipes her lips off a little more with each hand, before she smiles innocently at you.

"Well," she says finally, sighing. "I think that may be my first relationship with a man I don't write a song about."

Your jaw drops.

"Problem?" she asks.

"Yes!" you say. "I thought you wrote a song about all your ex-boyfriends!"

"Well, normally, I do!" she admits. "However, I wouldn't say what we just did makes you a 'boyfriend'. Besides, we both know you won't be buying my next album, so I don't see any reason to use you as inspiration for a filler track!"

You eventually have to nod, admitting she's right on all counts.

"So what do we do now?" you finally ask.

"I have to go find a guy I will want to write about," she says. "But first, I'll give you a list of my female friends. You choose which one you want me to pass you onto."

She hands you her cell phone, which you see is already open to the "Contacts" list. You hand it back to her, pointing at...