Hospitable pectorals

Hire the Bare Bachelors for PG-13 shock value and tasty cocktails

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What a peel: The Bare Bachelors man the living room cocktail bar.
ALL GUARDIAN PHOTOS BY SAMANTHA SAAVEDRA/@SWEETYDARLIN

caitlin@sfbg.com

SEX The clan I had assembled that day in my living room had little idea what was in store for them.

"So they're strippers?" one of my friends hoped, fingering their tumbler of champagne.

"Not strippers, they're sexy butlers. Same tipping rules," I said. "They'll serve drinks and do icebreakers." "Oh."

The parties in our living room are rarely in need of icebreakers, but the offer from the Bare Bachelors (www.barebachelor.com) to do a test run at a hastily-organized cocktail hour in honor of my roommate's birthday — for journalism, mind you — was not one, I felt, a thinking person would pass up.

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"I was looking for this kind of business and it didn't exist in San Francisco." I've installed Bare Bachelors founder Maureen Downey at my kitchen table so we can talk as two of her "actors, models, bartenders, or whatever," attired in jockey briefs, aprons, and bow ties prepare Cazadores-and-grapefruit-sodas for the suddenly-awkward guests in the living room.

Downey, who tells me her previous career was in medical device clinical research, envisioned a party service less "dated" than strippers, but still sexy. It's a combination that makes sense for the straight 30-something lady clientele Bare Bachelors has been attracting, mainly through word of mouth, since 2010. Downey's Bachelors are self-aware, scantily clad caterers. She hopes to expand the clientele base.

For individuals well used to groin-thrusting go-go's under strobe lights — or Dolores Park on a sunny day, as one of my guests pointed out — the Bare Bachelors' impressive pectorals will not have quite the same novelty. But they charmed the goddamn pants off of the birthday boy, were handsome, and managed to get surprisingly candid during the game of Never Have I Ever they happily catalyzed.

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So candid, I thought I'd open up the party to a little Q&A for my guests. Which was a mistake.

"So if someone, like, gave you a little more money will you, you know, go further?," inquired another roommate emboldened by her tequila-and-grapefruit.

"No, absolutely not." The Bare Bachelors tittered nervously, pecs unsure about the appropriate course of action under this kind of scrutiny.

"Do you consider yourself sex workers?," her line of questioning pressed on, unrelenting in its desire to contextualize the Bachelors.

"No, definitely not." The room pondered its next probe, but was unable to go further down the rabbit hole before one of my more socially-sensitive friends effectively closed interrogations.

Post-Bachelors, we reconvened for a processing session. Results were mainly favorable: "not creepy," "tried to mesh with the group," "the biggest problem was that there were no tits," "visibly shy," "pretty tasty drinks," and perhaps most succinctly: "really sexy, and they had ass hair!"

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