Ok, this is long but hopefully worth reading!
The first day I moved into halls at uni there was a fire alarm. Up until it went off I had just been in my room unpacking my stuff and I was in a studio flat so had no flatmates to introduce myself to or anything so I hadn't talked to anyone yet.
When I went outside I was standing alone and pretty much everyone else was standing in small groups with their flatmates. I then saw a korean guy I had found online who was in the studio flat next door to mine, and he was standing with 3 or 4 other people. I'm usually quite a shy and unconfident person so it took me a few minutes to work up the courage to go up to him and introduce myself as his neighbour. From that, I got talking to the other guys standing with him, and ended up socialising with them for the rest of the night, and the next two nights.
On the third night, we were predrinking in a kitchen with a group from the same halls, and two of the guys were gonna go into town so I opted to join them. I wouldn't have done this if I wasn't drunk, because they aren't really the type of guys I would usually hang out with.
When we got into town we started to queue to get into a club. It was a long queue and I needed to visit the ladies room, so I told them I was going to go use the loo in a smaller club that had no queue a couple of doors down. When I came back, they were gone, so I texted (or thought I texted) one of the guys, John, except I had actually got names mixed up and it wasn't John I had come out with, it was Jack. John texted back saying he had decided to call it a night, so I assumed they had left (even though we had just got there
) or just abandoned me.
I would have just gone back to halls by myself then, but the city centre isn't walking distance of the student village, so I would have had to get a taxi back. I didn't want to pay the whole fare myself and didn't really want to go home yet either so I went back to the club I used the toilet in and started going up to groups and asking if they were from my uni in the hope that I could join a group and get a taxi back with them at the end of the night. I had no luck, and was starting to feel a bit stressed at the situation, so, being a smoker who had come to uni with a resolve to quit, I went outside the door where people were smoking and, without even looking first at who I was approaching, asked the nearest person if I could buy a cigarette off them.
It turned out to be my now boyfriend of 7 months, and his polish flatmate. They both go to the other university in the same city. The flatmate said they'd give me a cigarette, I just had to talk to them. So I started a conversation and I ended up going back into the club with them for a few hours. After, they invited me back to their flat which is less than 5 mins from the club, I went and even up sitting up with my boyfriend in the kitchen till about 5am talking about anything and everything. I ended up staying the night and we've seen each other almost every day ever since. I'm pretty much living at his flat now and we're moving in a house together in the next couple of months.
It really does feel like destiny brought us together, that we were meant to be together and all that. If that fire alarm hadn't gone off on the first day, or I hadn't worked up the courage to introduce myself to my neighbour when it did, we would never have met.