Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

"What's this Camille? A fucking interview?" He was always so serious. "It's a game. Twenty one questions. I ask questions because I want to know you." "You know me," he grumbled, grabbing a plate of pasta and settled in bed beside me. "Now open up. You have to eat." "Oh come on, Gav," I groaned. "There has to be things I don't know about you. Well aside the size of your dick." He chuckled. "What else do you want to know? The size of my feet?"

Then they got off the bus and started walking towards the lake and it was her turn to start testing. She was intentionally asking questions that were very deep and open which would reveal a lot about him to her. These questions would probably be considered very private, very personal by anyone else. She normally wouldn’t ask someone these were the kinds of questions on your first meeting but they had no barriers with each other from the get-go and had never stooped to superficial, inconsequential conversations from the start so it didn’t feel out of place at all.

he asked, his tone now gentler. "Excuse me? I thought we were starting the interview?" "We are. That’s my first question." "Aren’t you supposed to ask me about myself first? Why I want to work here, what sparked my interest in this position, what motivates me, my educational background, hobbies, work experience, weaknesses, my—" "Why would I ask questions to which I already know the answers?" Silence. Right. He’s known a lot about me for a long time. "So, your question is?"

“What would you like to know? I’m a fantastic lover. Shouldn’t even have to say that. I’ve a prosaic hand but a poetic eye; so a review said of me once. I’ve been known to drink a beer before noon while on vacation. Anything else?” “Seriously, Barry, I’d like to know you, outside of our current circumstances. I know what’s happened to you. But where are you from? What are your roots? What was your childhood like?” Of all the directions she could have gone in—what motivates you? what are your political leanings? what is your favorite color, song, animal, book?—she had to go in that one. I sighed. “It’s not the prettiest picture.” “I don’t care, Barry. Tell me.”

Chapter 33 <<< >>> I’d remitted the thought of the contract till we’re out of here. “So what’s there to know about you? Mr Can’t be a Fantasy Lover. Are you single? This is actually so weird.” I chuckled, biting off a chunk out of the pie neatly cut onto my plate with a fork beside it. He said he wants me to know him better, we might as well start with the basic questions. ‘How did he get so rich?’ I should’ve added that to my questions.

Still, I didn’t know much about him and every time I asked, he avoided my questions. “You look like you have a lot on your mind,” he said. “I do. I have tons of questions. In all this time together, I’ve talked more about myself than you’ve said anything.” I sighed. “For example, how did you get yourself off the streets? Did you go to college? If yes, what did you major in? What do you do? What’s your passion? Who the hell are you?”

“What do you want to know?” “What you’re about. Your birthday, favorite thing to do, your favorite color, food, and movie. Those little details.” “Didn’t you know them before approaching me in the first place?” “I knew about Andrea.” He paused, gazing into my eyes. “I want to know about Elena Greene.” “In return, you’ll tell me about you.” He smiled. “Deal.” “Okay. I was born on the thirteenth of September. I love skiing, swimming and dancing.”

“Here to see your granny?” Suzanne smiled back. She liked Bob, he always asked her the same questions whenever she came. “Yeah, can you let me in Bob?” Jolly Bob nodded and flashed his card at the gate’s sensor, but not before putting his elbow on her windowsill. He smiled a toothy smile. “Sure you don’t want to go out with me anytime soon Ms Summers?”

I asked "I don't know" he replied "What?!" "Am still trying to figure it out dummy, who are you to me? Why do I feel so comfortable when am with you? Why am I always happy when am with you? Why do I get angry when I don't see your call? Why does my heart break whenever I see you cry? Why do I always want to be by your side?. I have a lot of questions about you that am still trying to answer so until I find an answer, don't avoid me and don't go anywhere, stay with me till I figure everything out"

“What do you want to know?” “Her favorite color, restaurant, is she addicted to pollen? What type of coffee does she drink?” “I know none of the answers to these questions. How am I supposed to know the coffee she drinks? She gets the coffee, not me, and favorite color? Do you think we trade secrets and paint our nails while we are at work?” “You’re hopeless.” She mock glares at me, rolling on her stomach. “I’ll ask her on a date.” “I can recommend restaurants.”