DC nightlife has many things going for it.  Great nightclubs, elegant lounges, chic sports bars, awsome local and international DJ talent, and of course lots of single people mingling, flirting and having a good time. Yet, I always hear people scoff at the idea of meeting your significant other at a club. Do people really run into their future husband or wife in a coffee shop? Or clumsily bump into them on a crowded street, mail flying in the air as your heads bump while picking up the pieces?    I mean really where do people meet these days?

Maybe it’s dating sites. My mom’s friend’s kids all met their future husbands and wives on dating sites, but I always thought they were losers.  But maybe they really work? But who is really brave enough to put all their information and pictures online and risk being spotted by someone you actually know?  Or, even worse, you could get chopped into bits when the online psycho turns out to be a homicidal maniac. 

Another option is the way of matchmakers.  I constantly watch Millionaire Matchmaker on Bravo and have often thought that this may be the best option, though in that case you are probably signing up to an Anna Nicole Smith kind of fate and I no more want to change a baby’s diaper than my husband’s wrinkly behind.

But is it really a better option to have one of the many hunks, and beautiful ladies that frequent Ultrabar hit on you, whom you may or may not remember their name as you frantically collect your clothes off the floor and do the all too familiar walk of shame? 

Working at Ultrabar definitely gives me firsthand accounts of watching and being dragged into some bizarre mating rituals.  I find it hilarious that after a few drinks guys constantly hit on all the bartenders male or female, and yes we all gossip about the funniest stories.  Allow me to share a few….

One male bartender, who will remain nameless, has a constant hoard of girls by his side of the bar, was approached by these two girls who offered him money to basically join some sort of sex business they were running.  ** SPOILER ALERT**, we all know how Heidi Fleiss wound up, living in Death Valley with 50 parrots and on Celebrity Rehab on VH1. 

As for me, I have met two ex boyfriends through Ultrabar, and as handsome and debonair they may have been both relationships fell far short from that fairytale ending.   

A former cocktail waitress and I got constant offers to go home with customers who give you at best a dollar tip for their round of ten shots, offer the corniest come-on lines then think we would actually take them up on their offer to drive to their home in Centreville.  Tempting I know (yeah right!), but I’d rather go home to my dog.

Flirting at the bar goes without saying, but I wonder how many of them actually take it seriously, or even remember the next day.  Whether or not you will find your mate at Ultrabar or any other club is a mystery, but I know one thing, you will always have a great night regardless. Panorama Productions keeps a constant flow of amazingly diverse people pouring into the club each week.  

I’ve had my fill of trying my luck at finding love at a club, but you never know, today’s sloppy drunken hot mess could be tomorrow’s future love!