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MidReal Story
Meet Me At The Fountain
Scenario:This role-playing story is about a person named Jonathan. That’s me Jonathan Ortiz I’m Puerto Rican. I’m living in Orlando Florida in real life. I’m 36 years old. I have my apartment and I’m a Christian well let me say like I’m literally trying to meet the most perfect Christian girl ever in my life so this story is only about me. This is gonna be interactive. I’m gonna make the choices for myself how the story tell so whatever I do in this story, it’s whatever I say in the story so it’s gonna be more an interactive in real life was happening in Orlando and everything.
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Jonathan Ortiz
I am Puerto Rican. I’m from Springfield Massachusetts. I’m 36 years old. I’m living in Orlando Florida right now. I have my own apartment. I’m a Christian and I’m trying to actually meet a Christian girl one day.
I’m Jonathan Ortiz.
That’s me, Jonathan Ortiz.
I’m Puerto Rican.
I’m from Springfield Massachusetts, born and raised.
Right now though, I’m living in Orlando, Florida.
I have my own apartment and everything.
I have a pretty okay life right now.
I just need that one special person to make it all complete.
That’s what I’m looking for next.
My friends are all supportive of this next step in my life.
They think it’s time for me to settle down and find someone to spend the rest of my life with.
They think I’m ready for marriage.
I agree with them; I am ready for marriage.
The thing is, I don’t just want to marry anyone.
I want to marry a Christian woman who shares my morals and values.
I sit at my kitchen table, my laptop open in front of me.
The sun is shining through the window, casting a warm glow over everything.
My hands hover over the keyboard as I navigate to ChristianSingles.com.
I’ve been meaning to sign up for this website for a while now, but I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.
It’s a Saturday afternoon, and I have nothing else to do, so I figure now is as good of a time as any.
The sign-up process takes longer than I expected.
There are a lot of fields to fill out, and I want to make sure that I’m being completely honest about who I am and what I’m looking for.
I tell them that I’m Puerto Rican, that I live in Orlando, that I’m a Christian, and that I’m looking for someone who shares my values and morals.
I upload a picture of myself that was taken at church last Sunday.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I reach the page where they match me with other singles. There are dozens of profile pictures on the page, each one showing a smiling Christian woman.
I scroll through them slowly, reading the brief descriptions that each person has written about themselves.
Some are teachers, others are nurses, and a few are entrepreneurs.
I pause at one profile in particular.
The woman’s name is Stephanie, and she has a warm smile.
She’s also Puerto Rican, which catches my attention.
Her bio says that she teaches Sunday school and volunteers at local missions.
Those are values that I admire, and I find myself wanting to learn more about her.
My cursor hovers over the "message" button, and I debate whether or not to reach out to her.
I don’t want to come on too strong, but at the same time, I don’t want to let this opportunity pass me by.
Finally, I decide to send her a message.
I type out a few lines, introducing myself and telling her a little bit about who I am and what I’m looking for.
But as I read back over my words, I realize that they sound stilted and formal. I delete the message and start again.
This time, I try to be more genuine and authentic in my words.
I tell her that I saw her profile and was drawn to her smile and her values.
I ask if she would be interested in getting to know each other better.
When I’m finished, I read over the message one last time before clicking the "send" button.
The website confirms that my message has been delivered, and now all I can do is wait for a response.
The hardest part of online dating is waiting for someone to respond to your messages.
A notification pops up on my screen, and my heart skips a beat.
"Hi Jonathan," Stephanie's message begins, "I was really touched by your words, especially since we share so much in common."
She continues, "I'd love to get to know you better too—maybe we can start with a phone call this weekend?"
I stare at her message, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard.
I'm flattered that she's so eager to talk, but something holds me back.
The thought of jumping straight to a phone call makes my stomach tighten.
I type out a response, trying to be honest without scaring her off.
"Stephanie, I'm really glad you're interested too," I write.
"But I have to admit, I'm not sure about a phone call just yet. I've never done online dating before, and I want to make sure we're comfortable with each other first."
I pause, wondering how much to reveal.
"I know it might sound old-fashioned, but I want to get to know you through messages first. Maybe we can exchange a few more messages and see if we really click?"
I hit send and wait anxiously for her response.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzes with an incoming message from Stephanie.
"Hi Jonathan," she writes.
"I understand where you're coming from. I've never done online dating either, but there was something about your message that made me feel like we could really connect."
She pauses, then continues, "Okay, let's do it your way. What do you want to know about me?"
I smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
"Thanks for understanding," I write back.
"There are so many things I want to know about you! But let's start with the basics. What do you do for work? And what made you decide to join this website?" Stephanie responds quickly, telling me that she works as an administrative assistant at a local church and that she joined the website because she's been having trouble meeting new people in her area.
She also mentions that she loves hiking and trying new restaurants.
I respond with some questions of my own, asking her about her favorite hobbies and what she likes to do in her free time.
As we continue to message back and forth, I start to feel more and more comfortable with Stephanie.
She seems like a kind and genuine person, and I find myself looking forward to our conversations more and more.
After a while, I realize that it's getting late and that I should probably get some sleep.
I say goodnight to Stephanie and promise to talk to her again tomorrow.
As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but feel hopeful about the possibility of meeting someone special through this website. The next day is Sunday, so I wake up early for church services.
I settle into my favorite armchair, phone in hand, and type out a message to Stephanie.
"Tell me your story," I write, watching as the message status changes to "delivered."
The response comes in waves.
She tells me that she grew up in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and moved to Orlando five years ago to be closer to her sister.
She shares with me that her passion for teaching Sunday school started when she helped her mother lead children's Bible study.
During the week, she works as an elementary school teacher, and on weekends, she volunteers at her church's food bank.
My heart beats faster as I read about her close relationship with her family and her dreams of starting her own someday.
I close my eyes, feeling a connection that goes beyond words, and realize that this might just be the beginning of something real.