Bottomless Sundays - wheeeee!

The following adventure doesn't belong to me.  I am writing about it on behalf of a good friend who I will refer to as Project Manager (or PM).  PM is a single 30-something girl living in San Francisco.  She earns this pseudonym because she does project management stuff for work, and within our group of friends, she's the "planner".  One time she project managed an outing from her iPhone during a drive from Southern California back to SF.  She wasn't even in the City, yet she was connecting and coordinating various friends to meet up for Sunday Football Funday bottomless mimosas at the Republic prior to meeting us all a little later for drinks and dinner.  She's had her share of dating adventures, and this is the first of several I hope to have her permission to write about.  This adventure is fitting for today because it is Sunday, and the funniest part of this story happened on a Sunday.

So, for most of us adults, Bottomless Sundays means generally bottomless drinks - bloody marys, mimosas, beers, etc. - something alcoholic and never ending.  In this dating adventure it means something else entirely.

Project Manager was at Momo's last July to see the fireworks at a Giant's game.  She and her friends didn't have tickets to the game, so they hung out at Momo's during the game-day madness.  PM met a guy there and talked with him for a while.  He asked her for her number and she obliged.  Shortly after they parted ways that evening, he texted her to tell her it was a pleasure to meet her and that he was looking forward to going out with her.

Soon after they met at Momo's, they had a date in the East Bay.  PM said it was a great date - they had dinner, great conversation, and an overall wonderful time.  He asked PM if she wanted to do something the following week, and she agreed.  She was pretty busy that week entertaining some co-workers who were in town.  She wasn't able to meet up during the week, but was able to make it work for Sunday.  She let the guy know that she had to tour around the City with the co-workers, but would come out to his place when she was done.  So, once she made it out to his place, the adventure really began.

She arrives, gets out of her car, walks up to his door, rings the bell.  Guy answers the door in nothing but a Raider's jersey.  Literally, nothing else.  BOTTOMLESS SUNDAY!  Really, the twigs and berries were poking out of the bottom of his jersey.  He did forewarn PM that Sundays at his house are always bottomless.  She assumed this meant bottomless alcohol, not a bottomless man.

PM was literally in shock.  She came in and they sat down on his couch.  He asked her if she wanted anything, she declined.  Going through her mind were thoughts such as - his bare ass is on his couch; he's not wearing any pants; what the F am I doing here, etc., etc.  He must of picked up on her discomfort because he asked her if she was uncomfortable or something.  PM told the guy that he should probably go put some pants on.  So, he comes back out with pants on, but shirt off.  At that point PM literally got up and left.

I mean, seriously, does that work?  Do people really answer their doors on the 2nd date with no pants on?  Really?  When PM first told me the story of Bottomless Sundays, I was first in shock, and then couldn't stop laughing.  Really gives a different meaning to the phrase Bottomless Sundays - don't think I will ever not be reminded of this dating adventure when I'm partaking in a bottomless Sunday of mimosas or bellinis.

Note to any guys who are reading this - don't answer the door without pants on.  There is a time and a place for no-pants-ness, but a 2nd date isn't it.  Keep your pants on until a more appropriate time for them to come off.  Thanks!

Project Manager - thanks for your permission to share your story.  It certainly is a good one.

Until next time!