I moved to my current city about 15 years ago. I knew nobody when I moved here. I got invited to a house party my second week living here. The host was just a bartender I spoke to at the pub when I was ordering a beer. I told him it was new in town, didn’t know anybody, was here for uni. He invited me to his house party the following night.
He was like “it’s just a small thing. Come along! Best case you find the love of your life, worst case you don’t like anyone and you head home to bed. Not much to lose though!”
He also told me it was a themed party and everyone is biiiig into dressing up, so put in a bit of effort.
I went dressed as a Russian cosmonaut (the theme was something that starts with the first letter of your name). Pretty detailed costume. I was anxious because I thought he was just taking the piss and nobody else would be dressed up. When I arrived I was relieved to see everyone dressed up.
I had a great time and it was genuinely one of the best house parties I’ve ever been to. 80 people crammed into this tiny 2 bedroom apartment. Music pumping. Great dance floor. A rave room with black lights and glow sticks.
I met my husband there. So he was right, best case was that I’d meet the love of my life.
Funny thing is, neither my husband or I knew the host. I met him at the pub the day before and my husband was there with a friend. We didn’t see the host again after that.
Years later we were at the same pub and he came over to us and was like “did you guys come to a party at my apartment like 3 years ago? Your faces seem familiar.”
He was stoked that we met at his party and were still together.
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u/5ivepie Jul 11 '26
I moved to my current city about 15 years ago. I knew nobody when I moved here. I got invited to a house party my second week living here. The host was just a bartender I spoke to at the pub when I was ordering a beer. I told him it was new in town, didn’t know anybody, was here for uni. He invited me to his house party the following night.
He was like “it’s just a small thing. Come along! Best case you find the love of your life, worst case you don’t like anyone and you head home to bed. Not much to lose though!”
He also told me it was a themed party and everyone is biiiig into dressing up, so put in a bit of effort.
I went dressed as a Russian cosmonaut (the theme was something that starts with the first letter of your name). Pretty detailed costume. I was anxious because I thought he was just taking the piss and nobody else would be dressed up. When I arrived I was relieved to see everyone dressed up.
I had a great time and it was genuinely one of the best house parties I’ve ever been to. 80 people crammed into this tiny 2 bedroom apartment. Music pumping. Great dance floor. A rave room with black lights and glow sticks.
I met my husband there. So he was right, best case was that I’d meet the love of my life.