Weird Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

I can’t put my finger on the meaning behind the questions, but I’m sure that there is one. “I do, yes,” I reply nonetheless, “As long as you aren’t calloused about it. I’d rather take a blunt person over a lying person any day.” “Oh,” He nods, “What else do you like?” “Huh?” “In a guy? You like guys, right?” “I suppose I do,” I muse, thinking about Alexander. I don’t know about other guys, but I definitely like him. Also, yet another strange question. I feel so weirded out from this conversation, why was he asking these sorts of questions from me?

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.

"Aren't you tired of me asking these personal questions like I’m interrogating you? Aren't you curious why I’m doing this?" "No, a lot of people who don't know me very well will ask these questions when they see me, so I'm used to it. Mr. Cohen, I guess you want to ask me why I didn't ask my father or uncle to introduce me to a job, but sent my resume here, right?" "Exactly."

As I sit there at the table with him, I realize we've never really talked. Every question that pops into my head, I quickly push away. Realizing I can't ask him those questions. Normal questions like, what pack are you from? What was your little Alpha's name? What about your parents or family?.... Those are the worst possible questions I could ask him. But there are also the simplest questions that you would normally ask someone. As soon as I think of a question that has nothing to do with this past, I find myself saying it right away. "So tell me little mate, what is it you like to do?"

“You know, of things we want to know about each other? Just to make it less awkward when we’re at my parents’ place.” Kiera glances at me, surprised but intrigued. “A game?” “Yeah, like a fun questionnaire. It could break the ice. We could take turn asking things, like our dreams, what we wanted to be when we grew up… you know, stuff that helps us not feel like strangers.” She laughs softly, the sound easing some of the tension. “Okay, that could work. But only if I get to ask the first question.” “Deal,” I reply, smiling. “What do you want to ask?”

“How much are you owing? You know I can lend you some money.” I smiled, very grateful that I have a friend willing to help but somehow I doubted if she has $450,000 to spare “I do not owe anyone not unless you count my electricity bills.” “Then why ask me such questions if you do not owe anybody?” Shrugging, I searched for something to keep me busy. “Someone asked me that question yesterday but I couldn't come up with any answer.” Her big brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly tucked in.“Please don't ask negative questions, it brings negative vibes.”

I said, “Questions like what? Because I find it weird that she’ll ask questions about some she doesn’t know, you guys just met for crying out loud,” “Everything! I mean this lady wanted to know his hobby even though I don't know his hobby . It was like she was interrogating me. And then she made this comment about me not knowing my husband enough. I don't know, it just felt really off.” I said, shaking my head. “Whoa, that does sound weird. I had no idea she would be like that. I mean how can someone be so nosy on a first meeting, telling you that you don't know your husband is wild.” Jenny said, sounding surprised.

"I have no idea what that means." "Neither do I." He studied me like I was a book written in a language he almost understood. "Can I ask you something strange?" "You can ask. I might not answer." "When's the last time you were sick?" The question caught me off guard. "What?" "Sick. Flu, cold, fever. When's the last time?"

"I'm a little jealous of my baby sister, I guess she told you that we have some of the same interests... and I hope I can find a guy like you someday." "There's a lot of us out there looking for this," I said, "I'm sure you'll find someone." "Mmm, I hope so," she replied. Then she paused before saying, "Would you guys mind if I was really nosy and asked you some stupid questions?" "Ask away," said Karen, "we're open books!" "Well, I'm just curious... how often do you, uh, you know, how often do you do..." We all laughed when Karen jumped in to finish her question. "Kinky stuff?"

Whatever. "Icebreaker questions. Get to know the new kid more! Jacob Sanders!" A guy cheered and everyone egged him on. Jake sighed. "That cool with you?" Zaire asked and Jake reluctantly nodded. He just hoped any of their questions didn't lead to talking about his past. "Okay, Jake... What is the first thing you notice when you meet a new person?" "Their face duh. But some faces lie at times." He replied with a shrug. "True though." Someone mumbled and others agreed.