Okay, I may end up looking the fool here, but…someone’s gonna have to walk me through this nice and slowly, because I’m really starting to feel like I’ve wandered into the Twilight Zone. Not only do I have no idea what’s going on, but everyone’s implicit acceptance of the premise is beginning to weird me out.
When I first read the OP, I thought it was one of those “hit Submit before completing post” affairs. Guy’s going out with girl; okay…guy’s a FOAF of OP, girl’s a girl; all right…they’re gonna go driving around; okay…"isn’t that creepy?"

Driving? Driving is creepy now? Hell, I’ve spent MOST of my first dates doing a bit of driving around. The sort of women I like – and, therefore, the ones I tend to ask out – are the ones I can talk with for hours, where we find each other interesting and funny and captivating without the need for social distractors, and we can have good fun doing essentially nothing; what better epitomizes those concepts than a friendly chat on a leisurely drive to nowhere?
For serious? I’m not being snarky here; I really don’t understand this position. What ever happened to “I’ll pick you up at eight”? I’ve uttered those exact words on many an occasion and never gotten an averse reaction to it. Is it really standard protocol now to drive to the restaurant/theater/what-have-you seperately – and this, to the point that doing otherwise is frightening? Come again?
I mean, I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if I’d been freaking out nearly every girl I’ve ever gone out with…but then again, everyone’s acceptance of the OP’s premise at face value (even those who are arguing against it don’t seem to be responding with “…huh?!”, which was certainly my original reaction) tells me there must be something to it.
What’s the rationale here? Are people now assumed to be mad highway rapists and/or axe murders until proven otherwise? When did this happen, and why hasn’t anyone – including, say, everyone I’ve ever met, or dated, or engaged in this very practice with – bothered to clue me in on it?
To sum up…and I mean this as sincerely as one can ask the question…what the fucking fuck?