On bi trebao boriti.
The hipster beard may scare some people away, but not me. For many months I've been mildly obsessed (can one be mildly obsessed?) with Croatian fitness trainer, model, and judo master Robert Blazevic (pronounced blah-zuh-vitch, my best guess). He should wrestle. Ideally he should wrestle me, but that ain't happening in this lifetime. But I am badly smitten, and that means I need to see him fight somebody. He reminds me of someone I had a long-distance crush on a few years ago, not that Blazevic needs a forerunner to catch my eye. Everything about him, including the beard but especially the piercing and dark, joyless eyes, screams "my type." If I were Mother Nature, I would have put more hair on his forearms and thighs, but maybe Nature did and Nair and/or electrolysis undid for the sake of the modeling career. Anyway, perfection!