Preguntas Para Conocer A Alguien Novels & Stories

I placed my hand under my chin and thought for a while. “Do you think I’m handsome?” She stared at me indifferently. “What kind of question is that? I thought we were getting to know each other.” “I know. But I’m just curious about whether you think I’m handsome or not,” I smiled. I actually have a lot of questions that I wanted to ask her— like her favorite TV show, song, and many more, but I feel like I’d get to know about those things in due time. The opportunity to ask this question and get an honest answer is very rare!

That’s it. But if she’d stayed away from society, I don’t know if there would be much information for him to find. Furthermore, I’m clearly not an expert, but I have the feeling this is not considered romantic behaviours. But I never really ask questions. What do people ask? Full name, birthdate, blood type, medical history, living relatives, job experiences, and educations? Is ‘have you visited a mental institution in the last five years’, a good question, or is it ‘have you visited a farm in the last fourteen days’? I think the last one means something to airports, but I don’t have a bloody idea what that can be. Or is it more about favorite colours, and food, and movies, and such? She did

If we were asked the simplest things about each other, we would fail miserably. “Then, why don’t we do a Q&A session? We ask each other questions about our lives, and we have to give the right answer.” I proposed. “That’s a good idea. It will give us a crash course on each other in the very limited time that we have.” She nodded. “Who’s going first?”

“Okay, this might be a little out there, but I thought it’d be fun to do something that doesn’t cost a thing. Something that actually lets us learn a bit more about each other,” I say, reaching into my pocket. She raises an eyebrow. “I’m intrigued.” I pull out a folded piece of paper with a list I made earlier. “So, I call it…‘Getting to Know You, 2.0.’ We’re asking each other questions, but nothing boring or predictable. Just random stuff, and we have to answer honestly.”

"I don't date, but it doesn't mean I don't know how." Oh. So, he knows? I suddenly got curious. "So...what do people do at dates?" "They...eat and ask each other questions, talk about life." I felt that Dom wasn't so sure about his answer, because he looked up a bit at the ceiling, like he's thinking. "What questions?" His expression turned dark. "You don't need to know." "Why? I think I should know," I got even more confused about the concept of dating. Dating in books seem unclear. Maybe it's more complicated in real life?

I don't say anything, just clink my glass with his and take a sip of the drink. "How do you know this place?" I continue with the questions. "I know the owner." "Ugh, seriously?" I roll my eyes. Is there a person he doesn't know? "What's up with the questions?" "I just want to get to know you better, I guess," I shrug. "Hmmm, alright. Let's play a game. We'll ask each other one question at a time and we'll have to answer honestly." "How would I know if you're lying?"

“Everything. I want to know everything there is to know about you, Piper Conley.” She shrugs. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that very much. But you can ask me anything you want to know about me too.” “Do you really enjoy spending time with Quirin’s pups?” she asks. The look on her face lets me know that she didn’t mean to let that question slip out.

“You can ask me right now.” Fixing his gaze on the girl in front of him, he didn’t know which of the many questions he wanted to ask should come first. ‘What is your name? What you brought you here? Why didn’t you bring your ID card? Why did you decide to visit this small town? Are you a collage student? How old are you? Is that necklace yours? Who give it to you?’ He thought. Eventually, Anthony decides to go with the most basic one, “What's your name?”

With her intoxicated eyes, Charlotte went to her bag, took out a pen and a sheet of paper, and sat down, placing the paper on the table. "These are the questions I'll ask him when we meet. Does he love me? Does he have a family? Will he be willing to introduce me to his child if he has one? Is it just about sleeping together and then going our separate ways, only to meet again through the app for another encounter?" She stood up again, leaving the paper and pen on the table, and started walking around with the influence of the alcohol she had consumed.

"So, tell me about your friend." "Hm.. what?" He asks. "Oh, you mean Cash?" He thinks for a minute. "What do you want to know?" "Anything. Everything. Or just the basics." Geez, boys suck at giving information. You ask a girl about someone and they can give you the name of the person's third cousin's hairdresser and what size shoe their uncle wears. But guys, you ask them about a person and they think telling you their name is all the information that you need to know.