Novel & Cerita Getting To Know You Funny Questions

"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?"

We were born on May 21, despite being four years apart from him. "Boxers of Briefs?" "Briefs." “Coke or Sprite?” "Coke." “Burgers or Pizza?” “Burgers.” “Country music, or Metal?” "Metal." I frowned. Rearranging the list of questions in my head. “Action or Romance?” "Thillers." “Coffee or Milk?” "Coffee." "Orange or Apple?" "Orange." “Cats or Dogs?” "Both." “Soccer or Basketball?” "Soccer."

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

do I even know him? "Okay, Miss Jacobs, the rules of this game are very simple." Said Tom, bringing out a sticky note pad. Here, we will each write our questions relating to anything other than sports or business. Then we will pick randomly and anyone who gets the wrong answer, will have to answer a personal question from whoever's question he/she picked. Simple right? And one more thing, the answer must be an honest one." He ended with a grin.

A conversation where the person is trying to get to know you by asking weird personal questions without thinking whether it would affect you or whether it would not affect you. "If you were given the opportunity to have sex with someone right now, would you do it? Do you have someone in mind you could have sex with right now? I don't think of sex too much but you know puberty is hitting all of us slowly and we can't keep on pretending that we are not growing into something wild. I know I am still sixteen and should not be forcing you into a conversation that you may or may not like. But, I am curious about it and I have always wanted to ask a guy how it feels like to be on puberty. I heard i

MARISSA Denise stuck her tongue out at me when Annie wasn’t looking and pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven. While I transferred them to the cooling rack, she went to work getting the next batch in. “You know you were curious, too. Besides, I’ve asked him those questions now, I’m not going to ask them again.” “I can think of a few questions you haven’t covered yet,” I teased. Heaven knew, I shuddered to think what she would come up with given half a chance. His underwear size, current bank balance or the phone numbers of his best friends for references came to mind.

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

During lunch, an older female colleague asked me, "How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? When are you planning to get married?" I shook my head. "Twenty-seven, no boyfriend, and no plans to get married." She was momentarily stunned. "What are you talking about? How can a woman not marry?" she asked. I smiled without responding. Realizing I wasn't joking, her expression darkened. "Did you work as a escort and get caught? Is that why no man wants you?"

A pause again, it stays long enough for me to fear that we are going to go back to the awkward silence but Matt — thank god— speaks again. "Welp, how about we play 20 questions?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow "20 questions?" "Yeah" he says "I mean we are here to get to know each other right? What better way to do that?" I stare at him for a while. He starts looking unsure. "I mean if you don't want to that's fine we can do something else—" "I want to" I say, with the corner of my mouth tipped up. He smiles at me "great".