It's been a long time since Clark hit the club scene in Metropolis. Too long, he thinks, and for the life of him, he can't figure out why he never went back. It was fun.

'Was' being the operative word. The women are too easy, and none of them are the right shade of blond, or the right height, or have blue enough eyes. But he'll keep looking. He'll find one, sooner or later.