Not that anybody is listening to anybody else (or, even less so, that they’ll listen to me), but here’s what I think:
Giving a young lady a ride:
This is a good thing.
young lady’s attire isn’t suitable for middle-of-pickup wear:
Well, she didn’t exactly get up in the morning and plan to spend the afternoon in between two beer-befuddled geezers, did she?
Making said young lady sit in the middle:
I find this indeterminate. I don’t know the specific details of this truck well enough to say whether this was the simplest, most comfortable option (since young lady was the smallest person in the truck) or just a case of “girls get the middle.” Whichever way, this is the source of all bad mojo to come, and probably where we should be concentrating our attention.
Disgression: Isn’t that always the way? There’s one moment where a relatively minor decision – or something that doesn’t even look like a decision – will affect the whole rest of your day. Or life. Or jail term, to hear some posters.
"Spread Your Legs, Babe":
Whatever points our truck driver gained for ride-giving, he lost (and about two orders of magnitude more) with this comment. Bad intentions (or, at the very least, a callous disregard for young lady) are loudly announced, so it’s hard to proclaim afterward that he was still a nice guy.
May I suggest, should this situation ever arise again, something along the lines of “Um, Excuse Me, Hon” or “Scootch Over, Babe” or even “'Gotta Shift, Kid, but you’re in the way.”
peeking at her panties:
I’m a man. I admit this is inevitable. But peeks in public (and this is basically public) are always done on the sly. It’s a sacred rule.
taking a second peek:
The road to hell is paved with…let’s not go there. Any number of peeks are acceptable, but only so long as the peekee doesn’t catch on. Once again, the ancient art of peeking is being brought into disrepute. If she noticed, you looked too long. Consider yourselves drummed out of the ranks for conduct unbecoming a dude.
Example: Earlier today, a co-worker stopped in my doorway and chatted for a moment. I find her remarkably attractive, and she was not only wearing a tightish white top, but the chill had made her nipples leap up for attention. I enjoyed the view, but didn’t let her know I was doing it. (As far as I could tell.) There’s a reason we call it peeking and not staring.
commenting on panty ornamentation:
No, no, no. This is only to be done if a) the woman in question has specifically shown you said panties (and, with all of the decorated undies these days, this must be more common than I thought) or b) the woman in question is gone, and dudes are engaging in a post-mortem.
You absolutely cannot discuss a woman’s panties in front of her if she didn’t show them to you. It’s just not right.
So, all in all, your buddy is a goober and you’ve got some work to do. Really, all you need to learn is discretion. But he needs somewhat more than that. (Maybe a discreet mirror, if this is the kind of life he lives – it might send him to hell faster, but he’s less likely to run into a tree while craning his neck.)
Side point: just how obvious were you guys with your crotch-staring?