That's why I'm at the Meat Market for the first time in years. It isn't really a meat market, it's a bar with a dance floor. It's where guys and girls come to find each other. The few times it's referred to in print, it's M-E-E-T market and not M-E-A-T market because it is where people meet. But the guys are all there with the intention of getting laid. Some of the girls are, too. Many of the girls are there, I understand, to find "Mister Right". However, in order to determine whether he is "Right' or not, you've got to fuck him, so the result is the same.