Random Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

“Tell me about your hobbies.” “I—” “No, leave that, too. Do you have a boyfriend?” “Huh?” “You’re not engaged to anyone, right? Any past relationships?” “What’s going—” “No. that was highly inappropriate of me to ask something like that. I apologize. Forget about that, too.” “Uh—” “How old are you?” “Huh?” “I said, how old are you? I know kids these days don’t care about the number. But it’s better to be safe than sorry. It’s easier to conceive in your twenties than in your thirties. Although you don’t look in your 30s, are you?”

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!

I still have a lot more time left. So I decided to leave my apartment through the window. I don’t like entering or exiting my apartment the normal way. People especially the owners always ask annoying questions. “Where have you been?” “Why don’t I see you in the morning time?” “Why do you only come out at night?” “Is everything alright?” “Do you you need anything?” “Why aren’t you more social?” “Do you hate us?” “We got a special event coming up, care to join?” “Why do you dress so weird?”

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.

"How long have you been married?" Tameka knew she had to answer the questions. Lynette and Copeland explained and told her to adjust to the southern style. Southerners ask people personal questions, such as; who are your parents? What do they do for a living? Even how much money you or your family make annually. They call it friendly, but everyone else in the world calls it what it is, nosey! She proceeds to answer his question. "I've been married for quite a while." Tameka tells herself. 'Quickly change the subject.'

I was getting really tired of this. “Next question?” I asked irritated and he nodded. “What’s your favorite color?” He snorted at me and shook his head. “Really? Black.” Expected. I was going to start with small questions and build up, trying to see which topics he avoided. “Song?” “None.” I gave him a disbelieving look to which he shrugged. “Movie?” “None.” “TV show?” “None.” “Sport?” “They’re pointless.” At least they weren’t repetitive answer.

"Ask away." "Do you want to date?"

I asked him. “Yes, it's for the sole purpose of having fun. Let's play twenty questions.” He initiated. "Twenty questions, let's start!” I exclaimed. "I'll go first, what was your first impression of me? I mean before we even got married at all, you must have seen me before.” He asked. I thought hard, "My first impression of you isn't something I remember. You were just like a random person to me, I was going through something tough when I saw you on television that day." I answered.