I remember the same thing going out in service with a brother in the parking lot of a department store at night. We were scaring off women as we approached them by their cars. He didn't have a clue as to how inappropriate it was. An anxiety - more like a panic attack - gripped me and made me withdraw from the situation.
I told the brother I was with that there was something wrong about what we were doing. He said yes but he was thinking that I was the one who had something wrong with him. I think that was the last time I went out in service.
I didn't belong either.