Here's my post to FinallyMe.com today: It's a snow day here. Schools are closed and roads are treacherous. The kind of day you stay inside and eat oatmeal or mashed potatoes, at least if you're me. The kind of day that I go through my email inbox to sort out what's a keeper and what can go, all because I know I have a couple of tasks to work on and my brain is a little sluggish from the cold. One of the emails was of the "here are your online dating matches -- aren't you excited?" variety. Clicked on it to find three so-called specimens. . . uh, make that candidates. So I read the first profile. Now my general position at this point is that I enjoy my own company and have great girlfriends, so a man is optional. On the other hand, I maintain the belief that it never hurts to look because you might find someone special whose company you enjoy even more than your own. Not today. Today, looking mangled my sensibilities. Here