Photo by Jing-a-Ling

Ah, “gentlemens’ clubs.” Some try pretty hard to be classy and fail wholly, while others don’t try at all and are still pretty gross. It seems like they’re either depressing or the home of The Hangover-type stories, and sometimes both. But occasionally, they’re the site of true romance. Classy romance.

Overheard of the Week

At Raku in Dupont Circle on Wednesday night:

Woman to man: “We were at Royal Palace, and we were all so tame. And the strippers are doing their thing. And a stripper came up to me, and she was all like ‘I have an apartment in Columbia Heights. And I’d like to make you mac and cheese.'”

(Later, after the woman talked about her friend getting kicked out.)

Woman: “Then I got a text message from her, ‘Hey (female name), it’s (female name). So sorry about the bouncers being such assholes. Are we still going to the polo match?’ (laughing) I apparently invited her to the polo match that my boss had invited me to. I guess I told her about it. We don’t even have tickets yet.

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After the jump, talking to mom, curious kids, and the Metro.