I stopped to look at the book because it had the best title ever - THEY CALL ME NAUGHTY LOLA. Yeah, there’s more. The rest of the title is: Personal Ads from the London Review of Books. The title comes from this ad:

They call me Naughty Lola. Run of the mill beardy physicist — male, 46.

NPR (online) reprinted some of the gems. Here are my favorites:

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.

Romance is dead. So is my mother. Man, 42, inherited wealth.

Save it. Anything you’ve got to say can be said to my lawyer. But if you’re not my ex-wife, why not write to box no. 5377? I enjoy vodka, canasta, evenings in, and cold, cold revenge.

Blah blah, whatever. Indifferent woman. Go ahead and write. Box no. 3253. Like I care.

Attention male London Review of Books readers: ‘Greetings, earthling — I have come to infest your puny body with legions of my spawn’ is no way to begin a reply. Female, 36 — suspicious of any men declaring themselves to be in possession of a ‘great sense of humor.’

These people should write books.

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