I'm similarly dancing-phobic
At least to the extent where you're required to follow a given series of steps or at least look like you know what you're doing. Thrashing around on the dancefloor with no particular rhyme or reason, on the other hand, is quite liberating, although the way I do it it's unlikely to result in any copping off, since any girl who gets close enough to check out my style is liable to get a wayward foot and/or hand in the jubblies.

The "funny gets the fanny" approach is still my tried and tested favourite. As the French put it, making a woman laugh is halfway towards getting her into bed.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 16:52, 1 reply)

That's my approach exactly.
I don't mind the slow dances at all, I quite like them, and I can be found occasionally in a rock club wildly throwing my head back and forward and stamping my feet, but any attempt at actual co-ordinated movement leaves me clattering around like I'm made out of slinkys.

The funny thing is the way forward, I agree.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 16:59, closed)