Novel & Cerita Stupid Questions To Ask

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.

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

A conversation where the person is trying to get to know you by asking weird personal questions without thinking whether it would affect you or whether it would not affect you. "If you were given the opportunity to have sex with someone right now, would you do it? Do you have someone in mind you could have sex with right now? I don't think of sex too much but you know puberty is hitting all of us slowly and we can't keep on pretending that we are not growing into something wild. I know I am still sixteen and should not be forcing you into a conversation that you may or may not like. But, I am curious about it and I have always wanted to ask a guy how it feels like to be on puberty. I heard i

I don’t want him to think I’m playing him. “Can I ask you a random question?” I say looking at Trevor. He smiles sitting across the table. “Sure.” He says looking at me closely. He has this look of excitement and expectation on his face. I smile nervously not sure I want to take the conversation there. I don’t know how he’s going to react. I can only imagine how mad he’ll be. “Why do you like coffee so much?”I say not asking him the right question. I don’t want to make the situation awkward. But I am curious to know if all boys think like Oliver. I know it’s not fair to make him the yard stick but I can’t help it.

The crowd laughed. Someone played along with her words and joked, "You're indeed psychotic when you're being a psycho." Stating the obvious always seemed humorous, no matter when it was used. "Stella, are you currently only on Jurisdiction? Have you considered acting in dramas or films?" "Stella, do you really have no plans on voice-acting anymore?" "Stella, are you currently single?" "Stella, are you signed to an agency?" They asked all sorts of questions, one after another.

"I think the answer is yes." Everyone who was around him was shocked. "Tell us something about what you like in a woman, Mr. Steel." "People may laugh at me about this one, but it turns me on if the woman is dumb enough; I mean, when she asks basic questions that a kinder student could answer them." A sarcastic laugh came out of my mouth as I watched his interview. This man... he may be successful, yet he was stupid enough to let the media know it! Besides, why would he broadcast what he feels for a girl knowing it was something foolish to say?

Or an alien? I know, I know. I am stupid. Like, this is so cliche. This is how most characters in a cliche movie gets killed. And I am doing it. Why? Curiousity. And I want to satisfy my curiousity. Like, what's with the sound? Yeah. You're stupid. Why do you even get A's? Stupid brain insulting me.

“Have you ever done something you wished you could undo?” “Undo?” His expression grew stern. “What are you talking about? Did you do something bad?” “No.” Silence settled between us for a little while and then I cleared my throat, “I didn't do anything bad, I was just trying to ask you a question, please answer.” His hesistation sent me signals, signals I didn't want to understand, maybe if I tried hard to act oblivious, they wouldn't be that true. “In life…” he took another breath, his voice steadier now. “at once in our lives, we do things that are reckless and stupid, we're humans and we can not escape that.”

“Fine! I’ll tell you anything. Ask me anything you want to know about me.” He replied, shrugging his shoulder as if he is an open book with no secrets. I was just messing around, I didn’t think he would agree to it. Now I look stupid because I don’t know what to ask him. I haven’t thought of anything I need to ask him, I think I know all I need to know about him, except private stuff that I shouldn’t even be thinking about, let alone asking questions about it. Besides, if I ask him private questions, he may try to do the same and I don’t want that.

There’s nothing bailing me out this one, nothing I could pull from my ass or thin air that can save me. “I wanted to… I was wondering if you like men.” What. The. Fuck. My own eyes bulge at the words I’d uttered. What the fuck is wrong with me? Did I say that out loud? From the slight raise of his brows in surprise, I’d say he also heard that fucking brainless question, which means I actually let myself ask that stupid question. Fucking fuck. If there’s ever a time I needed lobotomy, this would be the time. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I ask that? How does that even help in any way?