I am an oxymoronic juxtaposition of dueling identities as referenced in the touching Kelly Clarkson ballad Beautiful Disaster and akin to my own description of my grandson Jude as a "hot mess", but not nearly as hot a mess as Jude and not necessarily comfortable with any references pulled from a touching Kelly Clarkson ballad. Given that, I seek a kindred spirit with an anecdote for any mess I make or any disaster I may be implicated in directly or indirectly. Our chemical makeup may be equally cumbustible but combine to make a satisfying, mellow brew. In saying that, I am not expecting Kelly Lebrock from Weird Science nor can I solve this elusive equation with the ease of Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting. I do like the part when Matt taps on the window and asks the cocky Harvard dude "Do you like apples?" and then plasters Minnie Driver's phone number on the glass and says "I got her number--How bout them apples?". Actually, I'm a pretty good guy trying to make my Match profile entertaining so you might think I have the potential to be interesting across the table at a restaurant or a dive bar or a Tool concert. If you don't like Tool I will take you to see Sarah M, I like em both:)
