Slightly related for me due to origins in the classified ads sections of newspapers are "personals", something I've actually not perused in many years, now.
But, oh, how I'd love pouring over then in the Sunday "New York Daily News" when I lived "upstate". (And, ay yi yi, that even led to an ill-advised marriage, ay yi yi cubed....)
That eventually morphed to Craigslist's "Platonic Only" (I think that's what it was called..?) space (which was ultimately - not to mention sadly - discontinued).
I dunno. I just got a kick out of people putting what they believed to be their best self-summary-foot forward, as it were.
I did respond at times, but mostly to hopefully gain access to what I imagined to be a fascinating berg 'neath the icy tip o' the post.
And, of course, chances were quark-width thin - as they tend to be when hope-driven....