I went for my stress release drive last night, which became more stressful, before I left the house my wife made a comment on how far I've come and that I looked great. I feel comfortable driving in a half commercial half residential area. I was turning off the highway and a car in front of me hit the curb, blew out his tire and I had to make a skidding stop, looking in my rear mirror I see a van and it looks like I'm going to get hit. I hear his tires skrich and he made the stop but now we were trapped. I put it in reverse hoping he will understand that I need to back up to get around the car with the flat. Just as I thought I was lucky now the guy with the blown out tire is coming towards my car, OMG what do I do, I can't move, I roll down my window and he apologized to me. For the first time in my life I felt what it was like to have a man checking me out. As he started to apologize I seen his eyes go from my sunglasses down to my breast and then not trying to hide it, looking my legs up and down and he was going out of his way to get a look up my dress in which he must of got a good eye full because due to what had happened it did ride up a little. As he was doing all the talking I looked in my mirror and seen the van behind me move back and honked the horn and gave the guy next to me the finger, without saying a word I waved my hand like don't worry about it and I backed up, now he's staring into the front window and his eye's directly under my dress and hes telling me that maybe I should give him my number in case I feel pain later. What a perv, I'm now far enough back to get around him and as the van guy did I to gave him the finger. I don't know if he had a few drinks in him or if he was just that arregent. Don't get me wrong it was flattering but now I know what it feels like when I'm trying to look up a women's skirt or just checking them out. Anyway close call but thank GOD nothing happened.