My secret love of tattoo's (well, not so secret after this post) began years ago. When I was a teenager I would secretly peek at anyone having a tattoo and try and analyze them. Were they bikers? Druggies? Bad people? Hey, I was brought up in the south (for the most part) and brought up to stereotype people that way. My parents were already worried about my Pat Benetar fetish.... When I got to my 20's I didn't care who had them I just knew I wanted one. Bad. Then between marriage and babies the thought got tucked away into the want but not practical file. Plus, I wanted to be smart and get something I knew I would never get tired of. Finally, for a major milestone birthday (and no, I'm not saying which one) hubs took me to get my first tattoo.
It was funny because we had to find a reputable tattoo artist who was open before the school bus dropped off our boyos. (harder than you think!)
I have tried off and on over the years to convince hubs to get a tattoo. He could care less. He would get one if I pressed the issue but his attitude is why? Him along with many others don't see the fascination in expressing with ink. And that's cool.
I am all about your body is your own. Do what you want. Always have been. I'm not a fan of full body tattoo's or sleeves. That's just me. But, I have always loved it when you could see a tiny hint of a tattoo on someone under their shirt sleeve or pants. I'm not talking tramp stamp. But, someone who has a tattoo and knows it's there but doesn't feel the need to display it 24/7. It makes me crazy trying to guess what it is without knowing them. I'm always dying to know if it is something meaningful to them or just your typical I was drunk shamrock, dolphin, or something with flames.... It's like a fun guessing game.
I already know what I want for tattoo #2. And I think #3 will be my magic number as far as tattoo's go.
Looks like I'll be getting ink'd soon. Can't wait. :)
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