You know it's not going to go anywhere after a date or two, when you finally get the nerve to drop some bit of treasured history about yourself -- like, that you used to go down to the Appalachians to hear mountain music, or you remember when every street corner in D.C. had black blues singers -- and he counters with something about himself. Like that he heard soul singers at some club a coupla times. Or all the time. Or that his friend is in the music business. Or that, hey, Judy Collins was great. Or whatever.