I was just like you in high school. Never kissed a girl and never went to a dance. I decided to change in college, but wasn’t very successful.
My first wife ridiculed me about dancing and we never went out. I did do better in other areas over the years, but not dancing. You are right about fear. I’ve had to push myself in everything.
Finally, I had given a 1-hour speech at a national computer convention that day. That evening, I got up the nerve and asked a woman to dance in the hotel’s night club. She smiled like it was the best thing that happened all day. I copied what she did — fast rock. I thought I was going to die of exhaustion over one song. I learned just how out of shape I was.
When I got back home, I went out every weekend, just to dance. One night, two guys stopped me after I had been there about an hour and said, “We’ve been watching you.”
Me: “I’m not that kind.”
Them: “No. You have danced with every woman here. How do you do it?”
Me: “ The women along the back wall are here to be picked up. The ones closer and watching the dance floor are here to dance. I ask them.”
That was at age 40. This is what I do now at age 73.