Stupid Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

“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?”

He stood up"Why will you even ask that ? That also right now when we are trying to work things between us ." " I don't know.....I don't know.I told you that out of no where this question just popped in my head." " I don't want to answer it because to answer it I will have to think about it and I don't want to." " Come onLeon it is just a stupid question.And it is kind a funny to think about it because you know we will never be into this situation.So just answer it"don't give it much of a thought.Just say what comes first to your head."

She suppressed the worry in her heart and said with a dry smile, "Why do you ask such a question?" James did not answer her, but stubbornly asked again, "What do you think of me?" Elizabeth pursed her lips. Although she didn't know why he was like this, she nodded and said, "Well, you are a very nice man." James stared at her and asked, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Elizabeth became even more suspicious after hearing this. Was he stupid? Who would ask such a question? She bit her lip and stared at him, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so weird?"

It was just his name. "You don't know, who am I? You really don't know or you are just pretending not to know me?" Instead of answering my questions, he asked me some dumb questions. I called them dumb because I did not understand why would he ask me anything like that. It was not like he was a celebrity or something. Not that I have known if he really was a celebrity. And I have not seen him ever in my life. I was sure I did not know him.

Who is he? “How do you know all of that?” - I ask looking at the floor “I know everything about you” - he tells me “What’s my favourite colour? What’s my favourite food? What’s my favourite Drink? What’s my favourite Song? Am I a cat or a dog person? What do I like to do in my spare time? What kind of movies do I like to watch? What do I do when I’m upset?” - I ask these questions to him and he looks me deep in my eyes

I furrowed my eyebrows, my brain slowly processing the question. What type of foolish question was this? Why would he ask me this all of a sudden? It is a weird thing to ask your wife. Nobody in their right mind wants to know if their partner finds their friends attractive. Even if the thought crosses their mind, it’s not something they usually want to discuss.

I say. The girls look at me again. “You can’t attack someone directly anymore,” I continue. “People love defending the underdog. What you do instead is ask questions.” “What kind of questions?” Amber asks. I slide my phone across the table so they can see the screen. A poll page is open. Is Hazel using Jaxon? “People answer questions without thinking,” I say. “Especially when the questions sound reasonable.” The girls exchange glances. “So we post things like that?” Chloe asks slowly.

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.

“Are you kidding me?” “Not even a little bit,” I replied, holding his gaze. “You answer mine, I answer yours. Fair deal, right?” He let out a breath, clearly skeptical. “Alright. You first.” At first, we kept it light, throwing out the usual stuff—favorite color, TV shows, first kiss, the first time we hacked something, even the first time we killed someone. But then, without even realizing it, the questions started digging a little deeper. I tried to keep my stupid mouth shut but once we got going, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.