Weird Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

"I've never interviewed anyone before." "You're about to learn. You've been interviewed yourself, for jobs. This will be similar, but far more personal. He's not going to work with you, he's going to be sleeping in your bed. You'll want to ask him personal questions. You'll want to know if he's got a criminal record, why he wants to be a submissive. You'll want to know if he's prejudiced towards blacks and if he's willing to submit to you. You should probably inspect him naked, maybe have him masturbate to see how his equipment works. Ask him what sexual services he's willing to perform for you."

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

"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?" -------------------------------------------------------------

she says defensively but in a calm way. "Then you can ask her questions like, what her favorite food is. What's her hobby. What type of music she listens to... Those types of questions," says the old man. "That's how you'll get to know her." I feel like showering him with kisses right now. "You are making her uncomfortable," he adds in my defense. The beautiful, old lady rolls her eyes. "I didn't call her for dinner to know if she loves Kanye or Taylor Swift. That's none of my business... I want to know more about her and who she is and if she is the perfect fit for my son."

I sighed. The line cracked, like he was moving around. "What do people do on their day off?" He asked, once the line cleared. "I tried asking the internet, but nothing it listed sounded like anything a normal person would be interested in." I hummed. "Well, normal people sleep in until like ten in the morning." "Yes, g****e had mentioned that, but like I said, that doesn't sound like anything a normal person would be interested in." "I guess I'm not normal then."

I smiled and snuck my hand around his arm. People immediately bombarded me with questions, some asked about Cadmus’ company, the agency, and my career as a model. But there was one that had the audacity to ask why I haven’t conceived a child yet. My eyebrow rose before I replied, “ my mother doesn’t even ask me that question. Yet you think you can? Interesting.” The people around us reacted but tried not to show it. “’ I don’t see the reason why you should know,” I added.

I swallowed hard and made a little movement backwards. "Tell me, do you know of a place that is believed not to be in existence?" The second guy asked. The questions were a s weird and as strange as they were. I didn't understand why he would ask her that. For me this question made no sense and I saw no reason for him to ask it in the first place. I mentally wondered why he would ask me such stupid questions. How the hell would I know of such a place. I didn't study geography in school, and so if it was a planet then I wouldn't care to know about.

Lira was on my mind too, and I planned to tend to her after I'd answered whatever this individual wanted me to. His comment finally came in. “No worries, it's more of a personal question. Say, there's this person, an obnoxious man whom your family is affiliated with, your sister has to marry and you have to do business with, but he's so cocky that you can't stand him and do not want anything to do with him. How do you handle that?” Oh? Why was he asking me that? No, why was he asking this on the internet? I feared this might become a regular thing, but I'd bite. I didn't mind answering questions as long as they had nothing to do with me.

I would have gone home first but the time for the interview was by 10am and I fear I might miss it. When it was my turn, I entered the office for the interview and a lady question me about my genotype, blood group, if there was any hereditary disease in my family, and some weird questions that did not seem appropriate, I was also asked if I've ever carried a child before and if I was still a virgin. After answering all their questions no matter how polite I was while answering, I had to ask one of the girls that came out of the interviewing room next, "What's this job about?"

Is my mouth actually watering? "Since you've already wasted so much of my time, I'll just get to the questions that I do really need the answers for. This might have been a blessing in disguise. I am almost convinced that if I have to turn to a potential employer and say, ‘So, tell me a little bit about yourself’ one more time, I just may stick my finger in an outlet. “How old are you, Ms. Delgado?” I'm not sure he is legally allowed to ask that question in a UK job interview, but I answer anyway.