Preguntas Para Conocer A Alguien Novels & Stories

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.

I asked her. She thought for a few minutes and then said, " I think first of all we need to know a few things about each other... So let's start with that... I think we should ask questions. It is the fastest way to get to know someone. We must ask about basic information first. " " Ok, so what is your favourite colour? I asked her. " Very complicated question.... " " It is one of the most common questions, Maurvi. What is so complicated about it? "

He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer. First off, what the hell does he mean by he doesn't relate with humans? Forget it. That's confusing as hell. I don't want to think about it. “I am going to forget; you just try to blow my brain. So the twenty questions are done like this: you ask me ten questions about myself, and I do the same to you. And no, it's not childish. We are getting to know each other.” I explained. “Ok… and if it's a question that I don't feel like answering?”

I sighed. He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “For you, I’m an open book.” he said. “So what do you want to know? This should be interesting.” he asked. “I don’t know how interesting it will be. While I’ve never been on a date before, I’ve seen enough movies and traveled around enough to know basic getting to know a person type questions.” I shrugged. “Yes, but what makes it interesting is that someone’s actually going to ask me questions. Not sure if you picked up on this, but most people think my brothers and I are interchangeable anatomically correct Ken dolls.” he shrugged.

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."

“Good. I need you to answer just one question for me.” “What question?” ‘“How well do you actually know Aiden?”

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on my work, checking my phone every fifteen minutes like an idiot. The reply came around five: [Brilliant idea. Ten questions is enough to learn the essentials without ruining the mystery. May I start?] "Of course. Go ahead." I braced myself for something basic. Age, job, whether I lived alone. The kind of thing every guy on dating apps wants to know right away. Instead, he sent: [If you had to pick a song to represent a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy London morning, what would it be? And why?]

He said. “How do you know that? For all we know, everybody might just be pretending to believe this lie.” She argued. “Then we'll be convincing enough.” He shrugged. “How, exactly? I just told you—” “Let's get to know each other first. Maybe if we both have some kind of friendship, we can pull it off. We don't even know much about each other. Well, you don't know much about me.” He specified. “So, we ask random questions about each other? That's it?” She asked.

“Not that kind of intimate but I would entertain the thought if you were to go there.” “No I don’t plan to go there,” she reassured him as she took another bite of her hen. “Well, I had my assistant, Jacob, research and compile some questions we could go over each night.” “Oh?” “From what I understand some questions are shallow surface questions such as likes and dislikes and some are a bit deeper. I’m not entirely sure where he got these questions but he is very thorough and amazing with research so I’m sure they should serve us well for the intended purpose.”

I asked him all of the sudden, breaking the silence between us. "Hmm? Aren't we too old for games?" He muttered in response. I rolled my eyes at him, "Didn't you want for us to get to know each other?" "Yeah. But what does that have to do with a game?" "Do you know the 'twenty-one questions' game?" I asked. He shook his head, looking so clueless, "What's that?" "Simple. We'll take turns in asking until we reach twenty-one questions," I said. "I'll start. What's your ideal type?"