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The impression of being in a pleasant cocoon, far from real life, is heightened by the decisive use of the glass partition between you and the driver. If your previous experience of partitions has been the greasy Plexiglas in taxis, which forces you to bellow your instructions at the driver and makes payment of the fare a process of crushed fingers and muttered oaths, the limo partition will come as a revelation to you. One touch of the button in your armrest and the conversation-proof glass hisses up and stops communication dead. (All professional drivers, for some reason, love to chat. Don’t tolerate it. You’re not paying all that money to listen to a lecture on Bush’s fiscal policies.)
So there you are, a million miles from those yahoos on the street, immune from the weather, protected from small talk from the cockpit, going wherever you want to go in your own controlled environment. A perfect setting for a romantic assignation.
Women love limos. The minute they settle back in the seat they feel pampered and relaxed. They mentally dab a little scent behind each knee. They take a little more to drink than usual. They tend to lean toward you and whisper. They bloom. A date in a stretch is more intimate, more impressive, and far less prone to distraction than a movie and a candle-lit dinner. It is an extremely focused occasion.
A word of warning here. Whether on pleasure or business, it is important to observe chauffeur protocol, and this means curbing your natural warmth. We’re not suggesting rudeness； distant politeness will do very well. In other words, don’t try to shake hands with your chauffeur or ask him how he’s doing. Don’t encourage him to address you by your first name. And don’t ever open the door yourself, even if you have to wait a minute or two while he walks down the length of the car to let you out. These boys are pros, and they respect a pro passenger.