Turns out that my friends and I may just have been the exception and not the rule. For example, I'm from New Jersey and my husband is from Philly. But while I was a public school rebel, he was a good Catholic School boy. Sure, they had dances and proms, but apparently what they didn't have was rhythm. At all.
For a slow dance, Ray is great. He's no Fred Astaire, but he can sway me from one end of the dance floor to the other. But the moment that music changes tempo and we're looking at any other kind of dancing and he reverts to the "white man's shuffle". You've seen it. The poor man really wants to dance, and he may even THINK he can dance, but what he really does is snap his fingers just a second off beat as he bops his head also just a tad off beat and his feet do something like left-together-right-together-left-together...you get the idea.
But I really haveta hand it to Ray. He would rather donate bone marrow than dance in front of people, but to make me happy he always offers. In return, to make him happy, I always refuse! :)