I’m not a dancer.
Heather is much more open to such things than I am. Early in our marriage, she realized that my reluctance to do stuff that I am horrible at was strong enough that it wasn’t worth dragging me to things like Scottish dances. These days — twenty years after we said “I do” — we have found enough things that we both enjoy doing together. And she has accepted my complete lack of coordination in the area of dancing.
The lady I dated before meeting Heather was really into Scottish dancing. That might explain a little more of my fear of that form of art.