Getting To Know You Funny Questions Novels & Stories

I take a sip of my coffee barely tasting it as the question I’m dying to ask burns in my brain. ‘How do you know my name?’

I sat on my bed, phone in hand, waiting for Kyle's response. The minutes ticked by, and I found myself checking my phone every few seconds. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my phone buzzed with an unknown ID which I know it was Kyle . I quickly opened the message, and my eyes scanned the screen. He had sent me a list of questions he had sent to the show, along with the answers he expected me to give. I scrolled through the list, my mind racing with thoughts. Some of the questions and answers were ridiculous , but others were more probing.

I replied, suddenly realizing that my palms were sweating. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" he said, cocking his head to the side. I blinked confusedly at him, then I said, "Seriously? You light candles, play Marvin Gaye, and your opening line is a job interview question?" He grinned at me and said, "What? I'm trying to get to know you. You know, put you at ease. Isn't that what people do before they... you know?" "Fuck?" I deadpanned.

Urgh, such a baby. “Can we play truth or dare? Or oh oh oh, let's play twenty questions.” She changes her mind with her game whatever. “Twenty what?” I gape, my finger tugging at the hem of my shirt sleeve. “Twenty questions. It's very simple, I ask you a question you answer truthfully, then you ask me I answer truthfully. That way I can get to know you better and vice versa.” She mumbles, her eyes slowly moving to meet mine before she snaps them down.

"I'm a little jealous of my baby sister, I guess she told you that we have some of the same interests... and I hope I can find a guy like you someday." "There's a lot of us out there looking for this," I said, "I'm sure you'll find someone." "Mmm, I hope so," she replied. Then she paused before saying, "Would you guys mind if I was really nosy and asked you some stupid questions?" "Ask away," said Karen, "we're open books!" "Well, I'm just curious... how often do you, uh, you know, how often do you do..." We all laughed when Karen jumped in to finish her question. "Kinky stuff?"

“Like where I—” I stopped short. I wouldn’t have answers to any questions regarding my origin and shit like that. “Like what my favorite color is. People try to get to know each other by asking questions on a date.” “Blue,” he said. “Your favorite color is blue.” “Uh, that sounds right,” I said. “But I might change my mind on my favorite color. If you don’t have any more questions, it’s my turn to ask you some. If you lie, I’ll know.”

“Are you kidding me?” “Not even a little bit,” I replied, holding his gaze. “You answer mine, I answer yours. Fair deal, right?” He let out a breath, clearly skeptical. “Alright. You first.” At first, we kept it light, throwing out the usual stuff—favorite color, TV shows, first kiss, the first time we hacked something, even the first time we killed someone. But then, without even realizing it, the questions started digging a little deeper. I tried to keep my stupid mouth shut but once we got going, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

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.

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

He was eager to know what question Damien was giving so much introduction; he wanted to know if he could tease him with whatever it was that he was about to ask. "How does one know when they like someone else?" "WHAT!?" "How do you know when you see someone else?"