I’ve had several first dates with objectively awful women — let’s call them “Female Clays.” Sure, I’ve never been called either stupid nor a slut, but the experiences were quite similar in most respects. At any rate, it’s almost hard to believe that the writer encountered a douchebag on Tinder, especially since by their own admission they were kinda there for a one night stand in the first place. I suppose if one buys a ticket to a circus, one will see a clown.