Vivek "Vee" Pare:
(OOC -- See the last paragraph for an explanation of how to participate.)
Each video began with a black screen, followed quickly by the Service's Logo and contact information, which itself was followed quickly by the name and file number of the "dating candidate". Vee had gone with the option of replacing the Service's corny introductory music with a introductory musical choice of his own.
Despite having spent the last thirty minutes discussing his recording with the Service Agent, when the red light on the camera finally illuminated, he spent the first few seconds staring at it like a deer caught in an approaching car's headlights.
"Go ahead, Vee," a soft female voice prodded, "Don't be nervous."
Vee diverted his eyes for a moment, cleared his throat, then looked to the camera, forcing a smile. "Hi."
Another moment of silence passed; his gaze left the camera by just a bit -- obviously shifting to the camera's operator -- then returned, and he continued. "Hi ... um ... Hi ... my name is Vee. Like the letter. Well, it isn't really the letter ... Vee, I mean. It's Vivek. But ... no one calls me that but my mother ... so..."
His eyes diverted to the operator again and he exchanged some soft words to low for the microphone to pick up. He looked back and continued. "I, uh ... I hope you like the music. It's the love theme from "Bladerunner" ... the movie. You ... probably don't know what that is. I, um, I may be the only guy under forty who's ever seen it. Or not. Who knows. It's a good movie, though. You should see it. And the music is good, too. It's by Vangelis. You know, the guy that scored "Chariots of Fire". Probably haven't seen that one either. It about a group of aliens who come back to Earth to ... wait, no, I'm ... I'm talking about "Bladerunner" again, not "Chariots". "Chariots" is about--"
"Vivek!" the woman's voice cut in, trying to be low but controlling at the same time. As his eyes again left the camera, she added, "Talk about yourself, not the movies."
"Oh! Right, sorry." He looked back to the camera, stared in silence for a moment, opened his mouth to speak, didn't, then finally began. "Like I said, my name is Vivek, but everyone calls me Vee. I'm, uh, 31 ... years old, 31 years old. Single..." He cringed, then chuckled. "I better be if I'm making a dating video, right?"
He laughed some more, then cringed again as he felt his face reddening. He looked away again, composed himself, then continued. "I, um ... I'm looking for a woman who--"
"Vivek," the woman cut in again. "Tell us about you. We want to know about you first."
"Oh, right ... yeah." He cleared his throat again, then looked back into the camera. "I'm rich, handsome, a great lover, and I own a yacht ... how's that?"
He burst out laughing, and his face went red again. "No, seriously ... I, um ... I'm 31 ... like I said. I'm not rich ... but ... I'm not poor either. I'm ... comfortable, I guess. I'm ... well, the handsome part ... I guess that's for you. The lover thing? Um ... I guess I haven't had any complaints ... although ... I'm not sure..." He glanced to the camera as he asked, "Would a woman tell me...?"
The camera jostled just a bit and in the lower corner, the tips of the operator's fingers just barely entered the screen a couple of times in what might have been a go ahead, get going gesture.
"Anyway ... I, um ... Oh, I do own a yacht, though. Well, not really a yacht. It's a sailboat. Forty footer, so ... I guess it could be called a yacht. Actually, I live aboard it. Most of the time, anyway. I have a house, too ... 'cause I work away from where I live ... in the house I mean. I mean, I live on the boat where I work, and I live on -- in -- the house on the weekends."
His face scrunched up with a disappointed expression. He looked to the camera's operator again, asking, "Can we do this over?"
"You're doing fine, Vee," the woman responded with an overly reassuring tone. "Be real. Be you. That's what the ladies are looking for, Vee. The real you."
He nodded, then looked back to the camera, hesitated again, then continued. "I, um ... I work on the coast. I'm a photographer. Portraits were my specialty when I started. Graduations, weddings, and such. Right now I'm working on a book about the US's Pacific Coast ... so ... I spend most of my time on the Coast, in Oregon ... you know, 'cause it's in the middle ... sort of."
"Tell us what you're looking for in a woman, Vee," the female voice instructed. "What kind of a person are you looking for?"
"Pretty," Vee said quickly. Yet again, he blushed as he diverted his eyes once more, laughing nervously. "I mean, that's not all I'm looking for. I'm not ... you know, shallow or anything. But ... well, it would be nice if she were pretty. I'm partial to redheads, but I'll take anything."
He dropped his head quickly, mumbling. He looked up to the operator again, asking, "Can we cut that out? That sounded desperate." As the woman taping him prodded him onward, he looked back into the camera. "I didn't mean that. I meant ... well, I don't know what I meant. I, um ... I guess I mean ... I like redheads, but ... I like everyone else, too. I like natural ... no die jobs or bleach or purples or what ever. I like pretty. Did I say that? Yeah, so ... I, um ... I like a good personality ... someone who can laugh and have fun. I like to laugh. I have lots of stupid jokes. You don't have to laugh at all of them, of course."
He dropped his eyes, contemplating. He looked up, continuing, "I'm looking for ... is it proper to say girl friend any more? I'm not looking just for sex, although it would be nice, too. I mean ... eventually ... if you like me ... and I like you. I'll probably like you, of course."
His nervousness had been rising slowly as the taping went on, but the mention of sex seemed to put him over the top and he was having a hard time even looking into the camera.
"I, um ... I guess that's it. Pretty, redhead ... or not. Good sense of humor ... pretty. I said that already, didn't I?"
He shrugged, his gaze lifting to the out of sight operator. "Good?"
"Perfect," she answered.
A moment later the screen went black, the music Vee had selected returned, and all the information necessary for instructing the Service to pass on an interested woman's video to Vee came onto the screen. A long moment later, the screen went black...
(OOC -- If you want to participate, "post your video" -- as I have -- and wait to see if someone takes an interest in you. Someone will; I guarantee it.)
(OOC -- See the last paragraph for an explanation of how to participate.)
Each video began with a black screen, followed quickly by the Service's Logo and contact information, which itself was followed quickly by the name and file number of the "dating candidate". Vee had gone with the option of replacing the Service's corny introductory music with a introductory musical choice of his own.
Despite having spent the last thirty minutes discussing his recording with the Service Agent, when the red light on the camera finally illuminated, he spent the first few seconds staring at it like a deer caught in an approaching car's headlights.
"Go ahead, Vee," a soft female voice prodded, "Don't be nervous."
Vee diverted his eyes for a moment, cleared his throat, then looked to the camera, forcing a smile. "Hi."
Another moment of silence passed; his gaze left the camera by just a bit -- obviously shifting to the camera's operator -- then returned, and he continued. "Hi ... um ... Hi ... my name is Vee. Like the letter. Well, it isn't really the letter ... Vee, I mean. It's Vivek. But ... no one calls me that but my mother ... so..."
His eyes diverted to the operator again and he exchanged some soft words to low for the microphone to pick up. He looked back and continued. "I, uh ... I hope you like the music. It's the love theme from "Bladerunner" ... the movie. You ... probably don't know what that is. I, um, I may be the only guy under forty who's ever seen it. Or not. Who knows. It's a good movie, though. You should see it. And the music is good, too. It's by Vangelis. You know, the guy that scored "Chariots of Fire". Probably haven't seen that one either. It about a group of aliens who come back to Earth to ... wait, no, I'm ... I'm talking about "Bladerunner" again, not "Chariots". "Chariots" is about--"
"Vivek!" the woman's voice cut in, trying to be low but controlling at the same time. As his eyes again left the camera, she added, "Talk about yourself, not the movies."
"Oh! Right, sorry." He looked back to the camera, stared in silence for a moment, opened his mouth to speak, didn't, then finally began. "Like I said, my name is Vivek, but everyone calls me Vee. I'm, uh, 31 ... years old, 31 years old. Single..." He cringed, then chuckled. "I better be if I'm making a dating video, right?"
He laughed some more, then cringed again as he felt his face reddening. He looked away again, composed himself, then continued. "I, um ... I'm looking for a woman who--"
"Vivek," the woman cut in again. "Tell us about you. We want to know about you first."
"Oh, right ... yeah." He cleared his throat again, then looked back into the camera. "I'm rich, handsome, a great lover, and I own a yacht ... how's that?"
He burst out laughing, and his face went red again. "No, seriously ... I, um ... I'm 31 ... like I said. I'm not rich ... but ... I'm not poor either. I'm ... comfortable, I guess. I'm ... well, the handsome part ... I guess that's for you. The lover thing? Um ... I guess I haven't had any complaints ... although ... I'm not sure..." He glanced to the camera as he asked, "Would a woman tell me...?"
The camera jostled just a bit and in the lower corner, the tips of the operator's fingers just barely entered the screen a couple of times in what might have been a go ahead, get going gesture.
"Anyway ... I, um ... Oh, I do own a yacht, though. Well, not really a yacht. It's a sailboat. Forty footer, so ... I guess it could be called a yacht. Actually, I live aboard it. Most of the time, anyway. I have a house, too ... 'cause I work away from where I live ... in the house I mean. I mean, I live on the boat where I work, and I live on -- in -- the house on the weekends."
His face scrunched up with a disappointed expression. He looked to the camera's operator again, asking, "Can we do this over?"
"You're doing fine, Vee," the woman responded with an overly reassuring tone. "Be real. Be you. That's what the ladies are looking for, Vee. The real you."
He nodded, then looked back to the camera, hesitated again, then continued. "I, um ... I work on the coast. I'm a photographer. Portraits were my specialty when I started. Graduations, weddings, and such. Right now I'm working on a book about the US's Pacific Coast ... so ... I spend most of my time on the Coast, in Oregon ... you know, 'cause it's in the middle ... sort of."
"Tell us what you're looking for in a woman, Vee," the female voice instructed. "What kind of a person are you looking for?"
"Pretty," Vee said quickly. Yet again, he blushed as he diverted his eyes once more, laughing nervously. "I mean, that's not all I'm looking for. I'm not ... you know, shallow or anything. But ... well, it would be nice if she were pretty. I'm partial to redheads, but I'll take anything."
He dropped his head quickly, mumbling. He looked up to the operator again, asking, "Can we cut that out? That sounded desperate." As the woman taping him prodded him onward, he looked back into the camera. "I didn't mean that. I meant ... well, I don't know what I meant. I, um ... I guess I mean ... I like redheads, but ... I like everyone else, too. I like natural ... no die jobs or bleach or purples or what ever. I like pretty. Did I say that? Yeah, so ... I, um ... I like a good personality ... someone who can laugh and have fun. I like to laugh. I have lots of stupid jokes. You don't have to laugh at all of them, of course."
He dropped his eyes, contemplating. He looked up, continuing, "I'm looking for ... is it proper to say girl friend any more? I'm not looking just for sex, although it would be nice, too. I mean ... eventually ... if you like me ... and I like you. I'll probably like you, of course."
His nervousness had been rising slowly as the taping went on, but the mention of sex seemed to put him over the top and he was having a hard time even looking into the camera.
"I, um ... I guess that's it. Pretty, redhead ... or not. Good sense of humor ... pretty. I said that already, didn't I?"
He shrugged, his gaze lifting to the out of sight operator. "Good?"
"Perfect," she answered.
A moment later the screen went black, the music Vee had selected returned, and all the information necessary for instructing the Service to pass on an interested woman's video to Vee came onto the screen. A long moment later, the screen went black...
(OOC -- If you want to participate, "post your video" -- as I have -- and wait to see if someone takes an interest in you. Someone will; I guarantee it.)
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