I guess I'm the exception in here - I love to dance, and I'm told I'm good at it. I took a stage movement course in the theatre department when I was in college, it met 5 days a week. Monday and Wednesday were ballet, Tuesday was jazz, Thursday was tap. I can still do "bells", the move where you click your heels in midair. But Fridays - oh, Fridays - was ballroom. Waltzes, tangos, foxtrot, lindy, I couldn't get enough. I took that course every semester for 3 years, 4 of the times weren't even for credit.
My fondest memory was the Viennese waltz with Heidi Loebstein. She was 6 inches taller than me, and I had to leap over her leg like a hurdle to make it far enough around her for the next step. Wayne, the instructor, said it was the most gracefully executed awkwardness he'd ever seen.
My wife had been a dancer as well, 12 years of ballet (she instructed, too) and when we went out to hear our favorite local band (
The Dorkestra) , one of the tunes they always played was a cover of
Paradise. We'd get up front and waltz through the crowd. One time they invited us up onstage to waltz around them while they played.
Her knee blew out about ten years ago, so now the only dancing I do is around the kitchen when something good comes on the radio. When my daughters were little, I'd twirl them about, too.
I hope I can go dancing again someday.