I’ve seen a CAF guy recommend a hike + trail mix as a good first date idea.
I tried to persuade him that that was going to scare off a lot of young women, but probably to no avail.
(It wouldn’t be bad as part of a co-ed group thing, though.)
I live in southern Missouri where everything outdoors scratches, stings, poisons, or bites. (mild exaggeration, but not by much). By sustaining a million of each as a child and young man, I gained a certain degree of immunity, but my wife grew up in an urban environment farther north, and certainly didn’t. Our “walk in the woods” lasted maybe ten minutes until I told her what ticks do for a living.

We’ve been married a long time now, but she still won’t go into the woods.
I am only vaguely aware of what courtship is like now, and I wasn’t dating back when it was all ritualized and such. I dated a lot of women, but I was always looking for a spouse, at least somewhat. I did have one girlfriend for whom there was no spouse hunting going in. The only reason I did was because she was a really great dancer. She knew it too, and didn’t mind. So all of our dates were simply to go dancing.
But there was always a certain expectation on their parts too, and it was easy to cause hurt if a person stayed with someone too long after deciding this one isn’t “Miss Right”. And it wasn’t easy to do that except with “the dancer”.
I was probably mercenary to an extreme. I always wanted to know how open a woman was to having children. If the answer was “one” or “two”, that was the end. “However many” was my “right answer”. I even paid attention to their spoken English and (this is embarrassing) always manipulated them into writing me at least one letter so I could see how their written English was. That really was over the top, I know.
But always I was looking for a spouse. When my wife and I met, we really didn’t like each other, but became a mixture of friends and verbal sparring partners, then “confidants” as we mutually described it. We still dated others but just gave it up because other relationships just weren’t the same and held no promise of ever being the same.
I was very much sexually attracted to her, and admitted it. She didn’t take it badly and preferred that I was. (that “confidant” thing) But, of course, she knew that wasn’t all there was that I admired. I didn’t feel a bit bad about all of that. I figured that’s why God made them mind-blowingly lovely and made me such that I would be attracted.
I’ll admit that I actually did ask her father for his consent and blessing to our marrying. I knew I didn’t need to do it, but it seemed respectful, and he took it that way. One of those old customs that simply showed respect. My wife was in the next room with her sister, giggling fit to die over it, she later told me.
She picked out her own engagement and wedding rings, and it didn’t seem odd. Our relationship was just like that. She had good taste and I didn’t. Might as well admit it.
I don’t see courtship as being flawed. But it’s different for different people, and the personalities have to fit the way it’s done.
I do feel sorry for young people nowadays, though. At one level, they’re far more mercenary than I was, wanting to know family wealth and that kind of thing. On another level, pitiable because it does seem immediate sex is almost required.