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Is my mouth actually watering? "Since you've already wasted so much of my time, I'll just get to the questions that I do really need the answers for. This might have been a blessing in disguise. I am almost convinced that if I have to turn to a potential employer and say, ‘So, tell me a little bit about yourself’ one more time, I just may stick my finger in an outlet. “How old are you, Ms. Delgado?” I'm not sure he is legally allowed to ask that question in a UK job interview, but I answer anyway.

‘Questions are creative acts of Intelligence.’ Whoever spoke that nonsense definitely wasn’t in love or anything close. Because if he were, he definitely wouldn’t say that. Questions are stupid acts of intelligence when drowning in love. You ask them, not to know the answer but rather to fuck with people’s head. One such situation is going on right here. “why?” I asked as I looked at the nice invitation to an engagement that is going to happen in the Alexeev’s mansion and there was my name on it.

So…if I’m not able to somehow distinguish myself here then… After introducing myself, the woman and the older man took turns asking questions related to my skills such as leadership, teamwork, and my plans for the future. The questions were standard, and I had responses prepared so everything went smoothly as planned. I tried to answer their questions as honestly as possible with examples from my past experiences to support my point. “Why have you chosen to apply to this company when there are so many others?” I sat up a little straighter when the man sitting in the center of the panel asked his first question since the whole session had started. To be honest, the question wasn’t unexpected,

“I know this is a strange question, but I want to get to know you better, see what makes you tick, and discover what it is you want out of life.” “Okay, so ask away.” She grins. “Well, what do you want to do with your life?” She almost chokes on a mouthful of bread, then laughs. “Wow. Nothing like coming out with the big questions right away.” “I told you it was going to be a pointed question, but I genuinely want to know what it is you want to do?” “This isn't a trick question?”

Her cheeks turned red immediately and she smiled, whispering the thank you. I dived straight into the topic immediately after we got seated "My parents will ask you a lot of questions; they are that thorough." Rubby nodded in response; her expression was serious this time. "What type of questions will they ask?" "Well, for starters, they will definitely want to know how we met," she smiled at my words, and I couldn't help a gentle chuckle. Gently she tilted her head, the remnants of the smile still playing on her lips. "Okay, so how did we meet?"

I had no one to talk to and I didn't know how to start any conversation. A few people that had approached me only wanted to know how I managed to seduce Jason. They asked rude questions like- What school did you attend? What is your career like? How many Louis Vuitton bags do you own? Have you ever been to Maldives? One even went as far as asking me a stupid question like - How good is Jason in bed? Well, of course I avoided them all and went away because these women were probably a fan club of Jason's and I had nothing to say nevertheless.

“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..

All normal enough that I stopped thinking about the strange listing and just answered. Then — *Do you currently live alone?* My fingers paused. Odd question for a job application, but I selected *No* and moved on. *How many people are currently around you daily?* I stared at that one longer. Interview questions didn't usually look like this. I selected *Unsure* and clicked next. *Have you changed locations recently?* My stomach tightened slightly. I looked at the question for a moment, talked myself into a reasonable explanation — maybe it was about relocation preferences — and selected *Yes.*

he stutters, clearly thrown off by my answer. “It’s okay, most people don’t know how to respond. So, what kind of hobbies do you have?” I ask, expecting a long list of boating, mountain climbing, rafting, ect. Instead, I’m hit with a whole lot of silence. “Do you have any?” I chuckle. “I don’t think it should be this difficult to come up with something.” “How about you go first? What do you like to do?” he replies, daring me to do better.

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?”