I've been terrible on actually writing these things up but here's a simple case that demonstrates the importance of a good DHV.

Opening

This started last semester when a Friend and I had elected to go to a salsa dancing club once a week at our school. Every few weeks the salsa club invites everybody out to a salsa club. I went with said Friend.

I look over to see Friend talking with a couple girls for a bit like he knows them. I step over and ask what the connection is. Friend tells me she HB7 is his former student and her friend HB8.5 used to go to his office hours.

I nod my head to the dance floor.

Me (to HB7): Do you know how to do this?

HB7: Well, kind of!

I showed the basic steps, a few simple little variations, nothing fancy. I'm no Mambo King but I can look what like I know what I'm doing in a salsa club, especially to a noob. I trade off and ask HB8.5 the same thing, give her a lesson too. At this point, I am getting the strongest IOIs from her: she is smiling at me, captivated, doggy dishbowl eyes and what I couldn't get over was that I wasn't even trying. I didn't have to exert any kind of effort, didn't have to make small talk.

I traded her for HB7 again and continued showing her a few things. The night went on. Maybe a half hour later HB8.5 finds me, informs me that they're going.

Me: Alright, well before you go here's my fancy business card.

Now, I make it a point never to just give my info out without getting her info in return. The success rate is too low. But at this point: (1) I'm content to not close and (2) I'm pretty damn sure she was interested enough to find me.

Sure enough, she waits 2 days and then facebooks me. I actually don't remember her and so give an accidental neg, "Hey, who's this? "

Her: think back to friday, when u went salsa dancing with Friend...i was there too with some people.... hahah

Me: hey there, salsa student. didja pick up the moves or does Friend still outdance you? ;)

I bantered a bit more in messages, told her we needed to have a dance off. Blah blah blah, "we're probably doing something this Saturday, how about I call you?" I got her number and we decided to go out for pool, me and her.

F close

We're shooting pool, I'm giving her tips, playing up the KINO throughout the game, and staring her down in a Lion-Prey mood, keeping a mischievous smile on my face. I'm sprinkling in a few bits of conversation, talking about a movie I can't believe she hasn't seen.

I can't remember all the little corny details of the EV Phase Shift, so I just ask her what her scent is, lean in and smell it, bring myself up to her face and kiss her. She leans in and hugs me. The rest of the game alternates between shooting pool and making out. After two games I ask, "Do you want to play another game or get out of here?"

We leave and are walking back the subway station. I'm thinking the night ends here, but I have to ask.

"Alright, let's go watch Movie back at my place."

At first she balks, offers a few excuses involving my roommate being and her looking proper. I hit back a couple times with justifications. She doesn't seem convinced. I let go:

"Nah, it's cool. Whatever."

And that's when she comes around.

"Okay, let's go."

We get back to my place and as soon as the door is closed, it becomes obvious that she hadn't bought my movie pretext anymore than I did. She basically jumps me. In bed there seems to be some LMR with clothes, but I later figured out that's a part of how she likes it: she wants to tell me "no, that would be bad" and push my hand away teasingly. The solution then for me would be to back off and get her really turned on, or if it's taking too long, I just pull back and stop, at which point she seems to get blue-balled and goes straight to it.

We have sex a couple times and I think one more in the morning.

Epilogue

Following this, we kind of became fuck buddies. We'd hang out, have sex, but our conversational chemistry was never really that good. When she stopped returning my calls a few months later, I was content that a fun time with her had passed.