I was doing some dancing lessons at one time, and was making some kind of progress - not great but not the worst they'd ever had either. It was all relatively traditional stuff, waltz, two-step etc. I enjoyed the challenge.
I guess the reason I did as well as I did was because I apply myself strongly to most things I take on, and that I didn't do better because I have some subtle motor co-ordination problem going on, which I always took to be something to do with ASD. I also experienced a memory problem, as the lessons were a week apart and I tended to have forgotten what I'd learned last time. I felt the lessons weren't really structured for my particular style of processing, which isn't unusual with me.
It's often said we're somewhat clumsy, and I've read that our muscles and nerves don't work quite as smoothly and gracefully as they do in NTs. I noticed a few years ago when clumsiness came up here that although my track record for not accidentally knocking anything over or bumping into anything is probably better than average, I had managed to arrange my environment so that it had clear gangways and lots of elbow room, I'd got everything placed as if I was expecting to be staggering about blind drunk or something. And I realised I was making most of my physical movements with more conscious care than most people seem to.
So I think dancing is one way I can present myself as not being as clumsy as I inherently am, if I work at it for a while. Luckily I don't particularly want to dance, though I can see the cathartic attraction of performing a set of steps repeatedly, it must feel quite good once it's got easy, like playing my guitar feels quite good when I'm just playing stuff I know very well. I never needed dancing as a social thing or as part of the mating game. I might be tempted by a ceilidh or a Victorian ballroom, but I never did get the point of modern dancing and I get nothing out of watching West Side Story, ballet or any other kind of choreography. I have to admit it's clever stuff, but it just doesn't entertain me. Don't know why.