Geez, is it that hard to believe that I finally took the plunge? I pushed myself through fifteen years of prodding and teasing by my then boyfriend, now husband. He said I was scared and a chicken. He said that I should have done it when he did, but I skipped out on the idea at the last minute. Sort of.
Well, if you must know, I finally allowed someone to prick my virgin skin with their tattoo needles. Yes, I’ll admit I had held off because it looked painful as hell when my husband got his done fifteen years ago. I watched him go through the whole process and that was enough for me to say N-O! I don’t know why I finally decided to do it. It could have been hubby’s constant pestering or it could have been the fascination I got when I saw others with them. That part is not clear.
So the last few months I pondered over what kind of design I wanted to get. After all, this thing would be with me for the rest of my life. I just didn’t want to get any old thing. Did I want a butterfly, which I happen to love and would be colorful and beautiful? Or did I want the zodiac sign of Leo, for which I happened to be? It was very perplexing on what to get. Hey, I didn’t want to be an eighty-year-old woman years from now walking around with a skull and cross bones tattooed on my wrinkled arm, back, or worse—my ass. How would that look? Ok, I know that you can’t wipe that image from your brain now…sorry.
Then it came to me. I decided on getting the pet name my husband calls me tattooed on my back. I also wanted to incorporate pieces of candy to adorn the said name. I went to the tattoo parlor (do they even call them that anymore?) and talked to Tony to give him a rundown on what I wanted. I made my appointment and put down a deposit.
Duh, duh, duh, duhhhhh! The day finally came! I was so anxious and nervous. My hubby was more concerned with me not going through with it. Ye have little faith.
When I arrived, Tony informed me that he was going to freehand the design onto my arm with several sharpies, and then he would tat me. (Oh, I forget to tell you guys that I changed my mind from my back to the arm.)
While listening to heavy metal (no, I’m not a fan) Tony let his needles go to work. The initial shock of the pain took me to another dimension; I’m not going to lie. There was an instant that I thought I wasn’t going to continue and prove hubby right, but after a few minutes, I was able somehow to manage it. I even watched the needles as they entered my skin. All this while Tony cranked out his crazy sense of humor. He knew it was my first time (for a tattoo, people!) and he wanted to keep my mind away from the agony. Thanks, Tony!
Two hours later, he was finished with his masterpiece. I checked it out in the mirror and was so excited to see the end result! It had turned out better than what I had imagined! Letting Tony use his creativity with the design helped a lot!
So, I survived and I’m alive and well to tell about it…for now! It has only been two weeks. LOL! I’m so glad I went with something personal and unique to me. Believe it or not, I’m thinking about my next one….yesss, there will be a next time!
Now, let me know what you think of my new baby!