Three certified good times. One unforgettable night. Yes, you can rent our whole personalities. No, we will not stop doing the bit.
Swipe through the roster. Mix & match. Collect all three.
Sells private planes for a living and actually holds a pilot's license — so yes, there's a non-zero chance this man flies you to Cabo. Knows a guy at every rooftop in Old Town and can talk his way past any velvet rope. Former flight instructor, so he's contractually obligated to tell you to buckle up.
Ranked the #1 salesperson in the state — this man could sell sand in Scottsdale. Former Nordstrom stylist who once moved $650K in men's furnishings, so yes, he will absolutely fix your date's outfit. Nearly a decade of making people feel like VIPs. Consider yourself upgraded.
The one quietly building something with AI that nobody at the table fully understands. Robotics mentor turned startup guy — equal parts golden retriever energy and "trust me, I read the whitepaper." Runs on cold brew and big ideas. Comes with the aux cord, non-negotiable.
Everything included. Emotional damage sold separately.
We know every patio, every DJ, and exactly which spot has $5 tacos.
Your camera roll will be immaculate. That's a guarantee.
Nobody's driving. We planned ahead like responsible menaces.
At least one of us will embarrass ourselves on command.
Swipe through, or just watch them roll by. Mix, match, or attempt all twenty. 👉
Bumpers up, dignity down.
Retirement-home rules, cutthroat energy.
60 minutes. Zero teamwork.
Big swings, questionable form.
We'll tell you what you want to hear.
Max swears the chute works.
Cabo's genuinely on the table.
We aim. Sometimes we hit.
Aggressively, unforgivably Scottsdale.
We know precisely two steps.
Camelback at a heroic-ish 9am.
Lazy river, elite cooler game.
Floaties are non-negotiable.
We flip, you sip.
We cook, you judge kindly.
Ice cream absolutely counts as dinner.
We'll butcher "omakase" confidently.
Notes of "yep, that's grape."
Aaron won't release the mic.
We narrate. Loudly. With takes.
All prices are extremely approximate. Emotional damage still sold separately.
Real* reviews from real* people. (*neither is confirmed.)
"Best decision since my divorce. Booked all three, zero regrets."
"10/10. Would be charmingly ignored again."
"Max flew us to Cabo. I think. It's all a little blurry."
"Aaron explained crypto for 40 minutes. Weirdly riveting."
"Jeremy fixed my outfit AND my confidence. Then bought a round."
"My bachelorette peaked. Everything since has been downhill."
Pick a date. Pick your boy(s). Prepare for greatness.
This is a 100% for-the-bit good time. "The Boys" are not an escort service, a dating agency, or liable for any of the aforementioned emotional damage. By booking you agree that someone will absolutely order the tableside guac. 🥑