So who sits in the middle??
Ok. I'm the last one to preach about morals.
Just trying to get to good guys here back on track.
Have at it.
That was said with tongue firmly planted in cheek.
Please don't take it literal.
With that being said my reply earlier as to who sits in the middle is my take on it now. I'm too damned old to worry about who sits where except where the car seats go.
That being said, in my younger years, I went on plenty of dates with a bench seat car or truck. It was her decision to ride next to me or the door. I never pressured her one way or the other.
I'm also secure enough that if it's her car then she drives. Hell, even being our car, if I'm not up to drive, then I have no issues riding shotgun, either.
The only woman I ever insisted on driving instead of riding was Sarah, her car or not. I wanted to get there in one piece.
