Random Questions To Ask Someone Novels & Stories

"Shouldn't you go first?" "No, I don't know about the game and you brought it up so you go first." I laughed. "Okay, what's your favorite color?" He said with a smile. "I really don't have a favorite color so I don't know. Oh wait, I think it's black or any dark color." I nodded. "That's good. Now, you ask me any question." "So, you mean I can ask you anything?" "Yes, you can." "Okay. How many girlfriends have you had?" I asked, feeling nervous on having to ask.

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?”

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

"Okay, let's try something else. This is a date. No rugby talk and no sports, just other stuff." This gains me a slight smile from her. "Stuff," she repeats and shakes her head slightly. "Why don't you tell me what you usually talk about on your dates?" I shrug. "I usually ask one or two questions and then my date does all the talking. Women tend to make dinner conversation easy on guys." Her laughter is instant and I join in. "We aren't very good at this, are we?" she says when she stops laughing. "No, we aren't. I have an idea. What's your favorite color?"

“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?”

“So, what kind of music are you into?” he asked, a playful note in his tone. “Metal, mostly,” I replied casually. I could almost hear his eyebrows rising in surprise. “Metal, huh? I’m more of a classic rock guy myself,” he responded seemingly unfazed. The conversation meandered through favorite foods, movies, and hobbies. I found myself divulging details I hadn’t expected to share, drawn in by the anonymity the door provided. “Okay, so random question – are you a virgin?” he asked. His tone came across as if he were trying to deliver the question as a joke, but there was an unmistakable hint of curiosity in his voice.

Then they got off the bus and started walking towards the lake and it was her turn to start testing. She was intentionally asking questions that were very deep and open which would reveal a lot about him to her. These questions would probably be considered very private, very personal by anyone else. She normally wouldn’t ask someone these were the kinds of questions on your first meeting but they had no barriers with each other from the get-go and had never stooped to superficial, inconsequential conversations from the start so it didn’t feel out of place at all.

he asked the way he spoke gave out the red flag, that he was a mother fucking British man, I simply smiled when he asked that and he raised an eyebrow "Are you married?" he asked again the question somehow looked twisted, I didn't know the right answer to give, "What if he asks me about my husband's name?" I asked myself. He looked like someone who was anxious to know everything about me "no, I'm single" I replied "Alright then, I'm just going to ask some other questions aside from the ones you might be thinking in your head and if you pass them, you get the job," he said I swallowed my saliva and kept my smile, I didn't even know where this was going to lead me. He did ask me some odd quest

She could really be irritating, in a way that drove me crazy. "Have you ever had a boyfriend, Miss Brown?" I tried to change the subject. Could we have a normal conversation? "Why are you asking?" I took a deep breath, trying not to lose my patience. "Every time I ask a question, are you going to ask why I'm asking?" "Shouldn't I? I need to know the reason for your interest." "If I'm asking, it's because I want to know about you. Feel free to ask me anything if you have questions about me. I'll answer yours, of course."

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------