Are Women with Tattoos Sexier?
I loved him, so I got a tattoo.
It didn’t happen the way it sounds. I didn’t get some tribute like his name in Medieval Cloister font or “Us Forever” in Japanese characters. He wasn’t even at the studio to witness the act. In his place my classmates revolved faithfully in and out of the neon parlor doors to coo at the masterpiece in progress. My friend Jessica held my hand as I winced in pain bracing the area around my appendix like a woman suffering labor. She looked over the artist’s shoulder at the fleshy front of my right hip and assured me, “When it’s all over and you see how gorgeous it is, you’ll totally forget the pain.” Like a new mom with a deadbeat partner, I’d be the single bearer of my own joyous creation, an innocent lovechild that I’d keep and be proud of forever, born of a half-decade tumultuous affair.
He told me that if I went through with it, he’d be gone. Read more