@Ragman,
I've never been a good, much less great, dancer, but I did fall in love (as they say) with my later husband while dancing. It was his eyes..
(oh, and his voice and his brains) He never went home again except to get his stuff.
Earlier, by some years, I could get rid of my essential shyness with - of all people, a guy I was not in love with but trusted and wasn't embarrassed around. We used to dance at the Ambassador Hotel, place of some years ago fame in Los Angeles.
I remember my joy dancing to the band's cover of Wilson Pickett's Midnight Hour.
He asked me to marry him three New Year's Eves in a row, my always saying no. Good man, we did talk all that out, each New Year's, but kept movie going and dining and dancing because we were comfortable.
So, I'm smiling about Wilson Pickett.