Like Michael K. mentioned, it maybe best to seperate slow dancing from gooving to the fast dance music.
I would suspect there are those people who may be terrified at the thought of dancing fast, but look forward to when the music slows down for romancing.
My fondest memories of my dad were the times we slow danced together. I would stand on his feet and let him carry me around the dance floor. I was in heaven when I danced with my dad.
Like Amos, my dad would dance to anything from the chacha, foxtrot, jitterbug, googaloo to waltzes.
At weddings, he would take a flower from the table center piece, put it in his mouth and grab me for the tango.
My dad was a hoot. I do miss him an awful lot.

Little Neo