Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

"Why do you want to know about me? I'm just boring old Trisha." "Humor me? Come on, if you do I'll tell you my biggest secret that no one else knows about me." His eyes twinkled as he spoke. "I want to hear about you. What's your family like? Any siblings? What do you do for a living? Your hobbies?" "That's a lot to answer." Trisha shook her head. "I can't possibly answer all that in one sit down."

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on my work, checking my phone every fifteen minutes like an idiot. The reply came around five: [Brilliant idea. Ten questions is enough to learn the essentials without ruining the mystery. May I start?] "Of course. Go ahead." I braced myself for something basic. Age, job, whether I lived alone. The kind of thing every guy on dating apps wants to know right away. Instead, he sent: [If you had to pick a song to represent a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy London morning, what would it be? And why?]

I said before laughing. “We’ll be playing a Question Game since you’re practically a stranger to me. Let’s play ‘Get-to-Know-You.’ We either use cards or ask random questions. And since I changed the champagne rule because of me, and I won, I’ll let you choose—cards or random questions?” I said, giggling. “Random questions,” Bryan said. “I’ll ask you first then. What’s your full name?” I asked. “Bryan Montgomery Blackwood,” Bryan replied.

“I spent and lost 7 months with you. I want to make this right. I messed up, big time many times but I want to make it right. One chance is all I ask” “20 questions?” “What?” “Let's get to know each other. 20 questions” ~10 mins later~ “Back the hell up!! You never went to freaking Primark!?” “… No…” “TK Max?” “… No …” “Umm… Claires?” “No…” “Shut… up” “I-“ “Do you know who Ice Spice is?” “Am I supposed to??” “She is a freaking singer. My favourite one, currently.” “Love, I don’t–“

He seemed to be debating with his mind to ask it for quite a moment. "Love, tell me more about yourself," he said. "Tell me about you," Raven shot back. "You know pretty much every single thing about me. I know a lot about you, but there's more you're not saying." "Oh? What exactly do you know about me?" "I know what you love. Your favourite colour, snack meal, movie, thing to do, part of the house, your favourite outfit, where you got it from. I know the food you would rather not eat, and pretty much everything. I know about your biggest dream and how you would love to move out of Domsville into a little island despite the impossibility of it. Yet, I don't know about who you were before you

“But is this really about me or about him? Is this just some twisted revenge plan where I’m nothing but a piece on your chess board?” A dry, broken laugh slipped from me. “You say you want me in your life? Fine. Then tell me, what do you actually know about me? Besides how good I feel in your bed, huh?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “What’s my favorite food? My favorite color? My hobbies? Can you even name one thing about me that doesn’t involve my body? Or is that all I’ll ever be to you, just sex, just a way to get back at him?”

"I wanted to." The things I do for you, Chloe... Delaney didn't seem all that happy with my answer so I quickly added, "and to get to know you better of course." I grinned. "So let's do that. Get to know each other better." Delaney rolled her eyes. Man, this girl has got some serious issues. "Come on," I urged her. "Twenty questions?" She sighed. "Fine." I grinned at her. "Great. I'll start?" Delaney nodded.

I say, sending in a list of get to know you dating questions. Thane goes through the long pile of questions, a chuckle breaking off his lips while he reads through. “Okay, this is good. But why does it have lots of nasty questions” he asks, lifting his eyes up. “I just placed a balance of sexual and emotional questions” I blurted out, not really wanting to let out the truth of its originator, but that seems to already be on the table. My hands shield cover my face. Thanes stare isn't exactly innocent, but a mix of slutty and amazement. I guess no one really knows what's in your brain, until you let it off.

He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer. First off, what the hell does he mean by he doesn't relate with humans? Forget it. That's confusing as hell. I don't want to think about it. “I am going to forget; you just try to blow my brain. So the twenty questions are done like this: you ask me ten questions about myself, and I do the same to you. And no, it's not childish. We are getting to know each other.” I explained. “Ok… and if it's a question that I don't feel like answering?”

I don't say anything, just clink my glass with his and take a sip of the drink. "How do you know this place?" I continue with the questions. "I know the owner." "Ugh, seriously?" I roll my eyes. Is there a person he doesn't know? "What's up with the questions?" "I just want to get to know you better, I guess," I shrug. "Hmmm, alright. Let's play a game. We'll ask each other one question at a time and we'll have to answer honestly." "How would I know if you're lying?"