Stupid Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

I suggested. "I know what 20 questions is. It's stupid." He gruffed. "No, it's not. It's a way for us to know each other better. Please." I made a puppy face. "Ew, stop it." He frowned playfully. "I don't have any questions to ask you." "Just ask anything, I'll go first." I said with a grin. "Uhm…" I trailed off, taking a bite of my pancake. "How many…" I scratched my head. "How old were you when…" I looked around then sighed.

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

Edwards narrowed his eyes when he heard these questions, as he wanted to kill the person who asked him such a stupid question but he smirked and started giving him an answer is this stupid question. "Okay so you asked me two questions which are rubbish I must say, however, I will give you my answer as so many out there beside you have a similar question in their minds, and they all are too curious to know so I will cure your curiosity with a satisfactory answer." Saying this Edward swept his eyes coldly on everyone and no one dared to utter a single word in front of him. . . .

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.

"I don't want to sound rude or anything, but why aren't people answering questions regarding where this website came from?" "Oh… I, uh, I guess it's not as common as it used to be. Most people nowadays are more interested in technology or sports. People are starting to notice that people are different, and they're more interested in finding out whether or not those people really are who they say they are, or whether they're making up stories to justify their lifestyle.

Stacy commented again. "What's your favorite food?" Alexa asked. "Seriously, what a silly question, like you don't know my best food... Well...I love chicken," Stacy answered. "What?! I don't know what to ask anymore, that was the first question that came to my mind, okay? It's your turn now," Alexa said. "Hmmm..what will you do when you see your handsome stranger again?" Stacy finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask.

Letitia had already smelled something fishy about the woman in front of her. "Did I tell you that it is fine by me to make you my friend?" Stella was stunned by what she had heard. "Asking for personal information about someone you just met is something you shouldn't do. Please think before you speak as I hate people asking too many questions. I am not here to entertain you anyway."

"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?

I answered all of her questions with a constant smile on my face. Then she asked me the most irritable question which is asked to many Indian youngsters who are not even getting engaged and they have to face it in many family get-togethers and functions. The question is pretty simple for the one who asks it but the worse for the one who has to answer it. Whoever has to answer this question becomes uncomfortable while answering the question still, no one stops asking them and they get tired of giving the answer to the same irritable question asked by many in any function.

"What do you guys talk about? Did he cook for you? " "Can I have a selfie with him? I will post it on my I*******m. Zed will be really jealous." There are even many impersonal questions like, "What is his length? How good is he at bed? Is he a dirty talker? How many times do you guys make love in a week? Is that really true that you guys are dating? Why don't you make it official?" And the list goes on. I only answered one among hundreds of questions she shot at me continuously. That is about his cooking and our pasta joke. At first,she didn't believe it. She thought I made that story up. Later she laughed like an idiot.