By Steve Hofstetter
â€œHe said he wants me.â€
â€œHe wants me.â€
Jason had made a good point. It seemed that everyone was always after Kate. In fact, he had spent the majority of his freshman year in just such circumstances. But he was passed it now, and his job, as the resident asshole guy friend, was to approve or disapprove of her potential boyfriends, hookups, and other such relationships that were always less intent than the supposedly strictly platonic one he already had with her. And it was time to go to work.
Jason was being called on to approve, of all things, another guy named Jason. And Jason Part II was hard not to approve. He stood 6â€™5â€, always dressed like he was in a Gap commercial, and had the kind of black spiky hair that you can only get if you take a picture of Simon Rex to your barber. Jason I didnâ€™t know if Jason II played lacrosse or rowed crew or did some other such sport reserved for guys from the suburbs with visors. But he did know that Jason II was cut, because II would run around the library quad without a shirt playing ultimate or football or other such sports reserved for guys from the suburbs with tight abs.
Jason I didnâ€™t know whether or not Jason II was funny in general or just funny when he got his audience drunk enough. The only quality time the Jasons spent together was the first night Kate had met the new guy.
â€œDo you study history at all?,â€ Jason II had asked.
â€œSure,â€ Kate replied.
â€œThen tell me this,â€ Jason II said. â€œIf the Hollywood Ten were really communists, why didnâ€™t they all make the same number of movies?â€
Jason couldnâ€™t help but laugh thinking about it. It was good line. The kind of line you remember well enough to use when you go to a bar outside the neighborhood and pass it off as your own. Jason II was everything Jason I had been trying to convince Kate that he was for the last three years. And he wanted her.
â€œWho doesnâ€™t?,â€ Jason I asked.
â€œCome on,â€ Kate said. â€œShould I go out with this guy? Youâ€™re supposed to help me with this stuff.â€
â€œOkay,â€ Jason I said. â€œYou two would be great together. You should really give Jason a chance.â€
And boy, did he mean it.