Well even forgetting the faux romantic and cultured stance, if you're on one of those sites and you don't have photoshop, you're probably a bit buggered anyway.
A while ago, during a particulary boring afternoon at work, I too found myself enjoying a brief foray into online dating.
Like all good internet daters, I believe that honesty and sincerity in a profile is the only way to go. I was not at all surprised then that my declaration as a cynical spinster, with a houseful of cats and a venerated collection of antimacassars was well received.
Alas, I was not so impressed with what was on offer.
The male equivalent of the desperate ovaries, must be the desperate and overly nice. I came across a few too many dolphin loving, beach-walking, chick-flick connossieurs than should be allowed in any one place as representative of their gender.
In the interests of helping out the odd bloke who's aiming for someone who can crochet a decent set of car-covers, and bakes a sponge better than his mother... lie, lie, lie. At least you'll sound more interesting.