March Madness

Here's the situation:

This morning, I woke up, yanked a UConn sweatshirt over my head, and arrived at the gym around 6:30AM. While in the parking lot, I passed a guy with a Tennessee sweatshirt on. Upon seeing my sweatshirt, the cute guy asked me how UConn was holding up in the tournament. To which I said, "Oh, I don't follow basketball. The sweatshirt's my sister's." And kept on walking.

This, people, is why I'm single.