Remember when Taylor threw a post-game party at her apartment and Travis was spotted manning the turntables? The guy literally became her personal DJ. He played everything from hip-hop to 2000s pop, while she danced with her squad. He did what every boyfriend should do: he kept the playlist going and the tacos coming.
I heard he even made her laugh so hard she snorted. And if you can make Taylor Swift snort-laugh, you’ve basically won life. Love is a very good song, but taco-filled parties are better.
