There are moments when your desire to do the dirty overtake your desire to do so in a private environment. And if you’re like enviable New York hipster journalist Rachel Rabbit White, you’ll do it in a cab, on a slab, in the park or in the dark. But you won’t do it in an Uber. Because they suck for spur of the moment menage-a-trois.
The New York Times has blown the lid off the important subject of fucking while en route, and the thesis is simple: Uber works in a pinch, but the lack of anonymity—the driver knows your name and will rate you on your behavior and, possibly, performance—makes it difficult to have a sexy moment while on your way to a party uptown. Not only that, but the sanitized Prius prospective lovers could be using to seize the moment (with free gum and bottled water at the ready) may take away from the hotness of the whole thing. If you want true romance and an experience you won’t forget, you need to hail yourself a taxi cab, because the driver won’t care and the ripped leather seats and possible remnants of splooge left by the explorers before you just make the experience hotter.
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