Keith and I danced every week before we got married. After marriage, he seemed to acquire a pain in his hip that wouldn't allow him to dance anymore.
However, there have been a few times we have danced since then, but it seemed to require much alcohol and other drunk male friends to get him out there. Amazing how the pain in his hip seemed to have disappeared those times. The problem with him is, if he has had tooooooo much alcohol he starts doing these really fast spins, and if he is fast dancing, he has a tendency to bend down close to the floor and stick his butt out and wiggles it really fast. So embarrassing. I encourage him to dance with anyone but me during these times.
While we were on our honeymoon the resort had a special night for all of the honeymoon couples. One of the events of the evening was dancing to find out who was the most romantic couple. My husband was wasted. While we were dancing I had to hold him up, he was leaning on me, and decided to have roaming hands. I had only had a couple of drinks so I found this to be rather annoying so I was steadily bitching about those hands and trying to get him to dance on his own two feet instead of mine. We won the most romantic couple award. A huge bottle of Tia Maria. I knew then, my dancing days were going few and far between.