Ni modo, me faltan huevos.
[Leo] did something Nick couldn't imagine doing himself, which was to make statements about the sort of person he was. "I'm the sort of guy who needs a lot of sex," he said, and "I'm like that, I always say what I think." [...] Leo said sternly: "I'm not that kind of person." "I'm sure you're not," Nick said, with a quick discountenancing shudder. And perhaps this was a useful skill, or tactic, in the blind-date world, even if Nick's modestly and natural fastidiousness kept him from replying in the same style ("I'm the sort of guy who likes Pope more than Wordsworth," "I'm crazy about sex but I haven't had it yet").
Hollinghurst, Alan. Line of Beauty, The. New York: Bloomsbury. 2005. p. 30.
A mí me gustaría ser como Leo. No "in the blind-date world" sino en el mundo de las reseñas de libros. Llevo tres horas tratando de escribir, no puedo avanzar de las trescientas palabras y mi deadline es mañana en la mañana.
Guess who's gonna die, fellas.