In the London Review of Books personal ads, self deprecating humor is apparently the fashion. My favorite is:
I like my women the way I like my kebab. Found by surprise after a drunken night out, and covered in too much tahini. Before long I’ll have discarded you on the pavement of life, but until then you’re the perfect complement to a perfect evening. Man, 32. Rarely produces winning metaphors.
The title comes from the personals ad:
They call me Naughty Lola. Run of the mill beardy physicist — male, 46.