Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

she says defensively but in a calm way. "Then you can ask her questions like, what her favorite food is. What's her hobby. What type of music she listens to... Those types of questions," says the old man. "That's how you'll get to know her." I feel like showering him with kisses right now. "You are making her uncomfortable," he adds in my defense. The beautiful, old lady rolls her eyes. "I didn't call her for dinner to know if she loves Kanye or Taylor Swift. That's none of my business... I want to know more about her and who she is and if she is the perfect fit for my son."

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

“Try me.” He tilted his head, studying me. “I can’t decide if you’re brave… or just utterly clueless.” “Can I kiss my wife?” he asked suddenly. I stepped back. “Look… give me some time. I need to actually get to know you.” He sighed, like patience wasn’t his strong suit. “Know me how?” “Like… you. What you do. What you like. And why, out of all the women throwing themselves at you, you chose someone who doesn’t even know you personally.”

He wants to get to know the real me, this gives me hope that I am not just a distraction for the weekend. “Let’s play that game with ten questions”, I told him on a playful note. “What game” he asked me and I can see he is intrigued. “Well we both can ask ten real questions and we need to answer honestly”. I said after thinking a little. “Real questions?” Alex looked surprised. “Yeah, questions about what you really want to know, not like what’s my favorite color or I don’t know my favorite band”, I continued smiling. “ Okay let’s play your little game” he told me and I can see he is amused.

I said without looking at him. "Yes, I know you" he said. I looked up at him, and as soon as I looked up he was already looking into my eyes. "I know your name, but I don't know your hobbies, favorites and dislikes" "Do you still need to know that?" I asked, confused. "Yes, because it's like I have something to say when someone do an interview to me. So you should know about me too, so that you can also say something when you're going to interview."

I swallowed and took a deep breath. "Hmm?" "To finish school." "You know, we've got a lot of time for that. For the 'getting-to-know-each-other stage," he said. "What I want to know today, right now, right at this moment is...do you like me? Perhaps, love me?" I didn't say a word. Do I really like him? What if...what if I'm just confused? In the end, I just nodded to his question.

also, if we are going to work out then we should know each other. It’s not like I wanted to ask complex questions. I just want to know trivia things about him. like the little of the little details like his favorite food, his favorite season, his favorite movie. Stuff like that. “Ask me anything.” I told him. “No, you ask me. I already asked one question. You should get a chance too. We can continue once I return. Let’s play a hundred questions. It can be anything.” I blinked at his words. Why does he keep shocking me? Let’s play a hundred questions? Let’s play? Play? Wow.

Who is he? “How do you know all of that?” - I ask looking at the floor “I know everything about you” - he tells me “What’s my favourite colour? What’s my favourite food? What’s my favourite Drink? What’s my favourite Song? Am I a cat or a dog person? What do I like to do in my spare time? What kind of movies do I like to watch? What do I do when I’m upset?” - I ask these questions to him and he looks me deep in my eyes

He asked “I don’t know about that,” I said unsure if I was ready to share with him “We get five questions each” he tried to convince me a bit more “That wouldn’t tell you anything about me,” I told him “It is a start at least,” he said “Alright, you start” I took in a deep breath to ready myself for what was coming “Do you hate me?” He asked “What?” I asked “Do you hate me?” he repeated “Ask your question” I let out an awkward laugh

I'm waiting for the interview to start. "Okay. First, since you didn't give me your resume, I'm going to ask you some questions about your personal life. Is that okay?" he asks for my permission. I nod my head. "Yes, it's okay." "Good. What is your full name, your age, your birthdate, your zodiac sign, your hobbies, your favorite music, are you still single, and if so, how many exes do you have? What are your favorite foods and drinks? What is your goal in life? What do you hate in a person? What are your desires, and what are your past related jobs?" he asks, and I'm awed, forming an 'o' shape with my mouth.