Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

I could give and show him every body language necessary for him to outrightly read the room and know that I liked him, but I'll rather go six feet into the grave than bluntly tell him that I liked him. “ Why do you care about me?” He asked; now the questions were getting harder. I said it, it was an S.A.T question. One question will always lead to another and eventually lead to another, and if you had no idea of the first question then I'm so sorry because that would mean that the knowledge of the rest will be completely out of your reach.

"How do you know what I want to know?" "It's because my boyfriend is detail-oriented, he observes the little things and wants to know what I saw in the back street!" "Exactly that!" He agreed and I smiled. Of course he wasn’t satisfied with my evasive answer. "I'll tell you, if I can ask two questions." I showed him two fingers. "Gia, your questions aren't simple questions most of the time." "But these will be!" "Promise?" he asked and I nodded. "Okay, my answer."

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

“Ugh nooo. What's in it for me anyway? nothing. I wanna go party and you to should loosen up sometimes.” Mimicking my position, he furrowed his eyebrows at me. “If you get half of the answers right, we’ll watch a movie and a round of 20 questions. How does that sound? fair enough, yes?” Eying him up and down, I suddenly realized that I didn't even know his birthday yet. The hell?! I’m crushing over a guy who I don't even know that much yet! “Deal?” Instantly nodding, I replied, “deal.”

I sighed. He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “For you, I’m an open book.” he said. “So what do you want to know? This should be interesting.” he asked. “I don’t know how interesting it will be. While I’ve never been on a date before, I’ve seen enough movies and traveled around enough to know basic getting to know a person type questions.” I shrugged. “Yes, but what makes it interesting is that someone’s actually going to ask me questions. Not sure if you picked up on this, but most people think my brothers and I are interchangeable anatomically correct Ken dolls.” he shrugged.

That’s it. But if she’d stayed away from society, I don’t know if there would be much information for him to find. Furthermore, I’m clearly not an expert, but I have the feeling this is not considered romantic behaviours. But I never really ask questions. What do people ask? Full name, birthdate, blood type, medical history, living relatives, job experiences, and educations? Is ‘have you visited a mental institution in the last five years’, a good question, or is it ‘have you visited a farm in the last fourteen days’? I think the last one means something to airports, but I don’t have a bloody idea what that can be. Or is it more about favorite colours, and food, and movies, and such? She did

“I do, not gonna lie about that but I wanna hear it from you, I want to get to know you through you,” “I don’t know what to tell you,” “I will ask the questions, all you have to do is give the answers without dodging them okay?” She asked. “Can I bail out anytime if I get uncomfortable?” “Sure you may, but I hope you don’t,” “Well, let’s see how it goes.”

"Will it come easy now?" "Are you asking that I prove it to you?" She shrugged her shoulders leaning back in her seat. "Maybe." "Okay." I sat back in my seat. "I want to get to know you. And not just the cliché what's your favorite color or favorite food getting to know you. But your childhood stories, your beliefs and your passion for life which have mold you."

“You know, of things we want to know about each other? Just to make it less awkward when we’re at my parents’ place.” Kiera glances at me, surprised but intrigued. “A game?” “Yeah, like a fun questionnaire. It could break the ice. We could take turn asking things, like our dreams, what we wanted to be when we grew up… you know, stuff that helps us not feel like strangers.” She laughs softly, the sound easing some of the tension. “Okay, that could work. But only if I get to ask the first question.” “Deal,” I reply, smiling. “What do you want to ask?”

I asked her. She thought for a few minutes and then said, " I think first of all we need to know a few things about each other... So let's start with that... I think we should ask questions. It is the fastest way to get to know someone. We must ask about basic information first. " " Ok, so what is your favourite colour? I asked her. " Very complicated question.... " " It is one of the most common questions, Maurvi. What is so complicated about it? "