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There are two reasons that I called him "Mr. J" here. Firstly, his first and middle names start with a letter "J". Secondly, "J" here stands for "Jerk".
There are two reasons that the letter "J" here stands for "Jerk". Firstly, Mr. J often calls me jerk. Secondly, Mr. J never knows that he is a jerk too.
We are in the same university, the same faculty and, very often, the same classes. We also went to Japan for a year together. That was the time I found that I got tired of "seeing" him. (^^;) We share the same hobbies (Japanese music, animations and mangas). We seem knowing each other for a long time, but actually I didn't meet him until three years ago.
He loves Dreams Come True, Spitz, and Puffy, but he can't stand Glay, L'Arc~en~ciel, and B'z.
Mr. J is a man who can't tolerate someone saying that his Japanese sucks. If you say," You can't read this because it's in Japanese", he will call you "Jerk" no matter in what kind of situation. He is very proud of the fact that he beat me (once only) in a Kanji test, and he can make hotel reservation in Japanese (without witnesses).
On
the whole, (I think) Mr. J is a good guy.
