Getting To Know You Funny Questions Novels & Stories

“Why doesn’t anyone talk about you?” “Why did you leave the family?” “Where have you been all these years?” “Did you know our dad was a bad person?” “Did you ever try to help Mommy?” “Do you hate Grandpa?” “Are we going to see more of you now? “Do you live here?” “How long have you been dating Rohan?” “Do you love him?” “Did you know he loves you?” “Are you going to marry him?” “Are you going to have kids with him?”

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

So, luckily her friend was out of the way, that was good. "So, away from that now," I said. "Can we go over ourselves before we go see Mum or are you busy?" "Twenty ... Thirty questions or what do they call it, should we do that?" "It's twenty questions, how do you not know that well, did you live under a rock?" I meant it as a joke, but a part of me felt bad for saying it. She seemed like a sensitive person. She gave me a pointed look before saying, "I clearly did not. We can do that. I'll go first, what's your favourite colour?"

“Uh, yes. Of course.” I narrowed my eyes. “Try that again, dear.” Killian cleared his throat, but I was glad to know he was just joking. “Of course we can, mia amore. We’ll know each other inside and out.” “Correct answer. So. What’s your favorite color?” “Is this going to be a game of twenty questions?” he groaned. “It can be. Same question.” “Black.” “Like your soul?” He chuckled. “Yes. What music do you like?”

"Want to find out?" I couldn't say no. I swallowed hard, and said, "Sure." "Okay, so what else do you have on besides your sweats, tank top and panties?" "Bunny slippers." There was a long pause then I heard a roar of laughter. "Damn, woman, you're priceless. Okay, your turn to ask a question." Honestly, even though we'd fucked like minks, I didn't know him very well. This was a great opportunity, but where to start? Duh. The beginning. "Where were you born?"

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

“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?”

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------

The women laugh so I do as agreed and close my eyes, I reach out my hand and point my finger and move it from side to side and stop when I think I should and that person will ask the question, when my arm freezes in place I open my eyes and am faced with one of my cousins and she celebrates with a shrug that she will be the one asking the question. "Where did the bride and groom meet?" my cousin asks, and my sister rolls her eyes at the ease of the question. "At work" my friend replies without even thinking. She actually made a list of possible questions and had me answer them all by video call when I told them the dynamics of the game, they all peppered me with questions until I was full fr

I snapped at him. he let go of me in utter shock. 8. "So twenty questions. Who's going first?" he asked. "Me. I'll ask you first then your turn." I said to him. He agreed quickly. "So, what's your date of birth?" I asked him. He choked on the wine he was drinking upon hearing my question. "Are you kidding me? How can you not know my date of birth? We used to be schoolmates" "I was your junior then remember?" He nodded