GPS locator. After two months of dating—we'll call him Aiden—we decided to take a weekend road trip. Still in his work clothes, a lilac button-down shirt and black slacks, Aiden picked me up in his Volkswagen Golf on a Friday night. He pulled out a map and folded it down to the size of an index card, showing only the Northeast U.S. He slipped a pen in my hand. "Close your eyes and circle.” After…