A little background: The respected London Review of Books introduced a 'Personals' category to its classified pages in 1998.
Known to all literati, the well-respected magazine opened its doors to some of the most witty, fun-to-read personal ads from brainy readers, each, in all seriousness (more or less), trying to outdo the other.
Originally designed to match intelligent people based on their literary interest, readers immediately ganged up on the personals section for their own purposes. "They were instantly very, very silly," said its originator.
This is the fictional back story of one of those ads, as I imagined. The ad is as it appeared below, names and addresses made up, of course: