She ghosted me when she found out I am a Browns fan

She took an Uber from the train station because I was called in to work and couldn’t pick her up. I already gave her a key last week.

After work, I sped home. I missed her.

Throwing open the door, the dog ran up and I bent down to pet him.

The place was empty.

My phone vibrated.

“I’m sorry,” she texted. “I was there for a few minutes and decided to get a drink of water. I noticed the Cleveland Browns glasses in your cabinet. I…just can’t date a Browns fan. It shows a lack of judgement and maturity. I’m getting on the first train home.”

I sat on the couch and turned on the TV as the game was ending.

The Browns lost.