It sort of is reasonable. There’s something quite intimate about a couple sitting within the backseat of a car or truck.

It sort of is reasonable. There’s something quite intimate about a couple sitting within the backseat of a car or truck.

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This previous springtime, we invested four weeks in L.A. doing exactly what everyone else in L.A. does: “writing a screenplay,” aka drinking coconut kale smoothies and sitting in vehicles. “It’s so 2015,” said one buddy, who’d taken a rest from her screenplay to own supper beside me. “This woman we know simply fucked a man she came across in a UberPool.” At that time, Uber had simply launched UberPool, that allows one to share trips with other people who’re moving in the exact same way and split the price. I happened to be a little skeptical. “No, it is anything,” said my other buddy, another screenwriter. “It’s such as the brand brand new blind date.” Or a negative film that is short. […]