It’s Like Butta, Baby…Butterscotch, That Is

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.

Are you wondering what the heck I’m talking about? Sure you are or else you wouldn’t still be reading this blog post waiting for me to get to the point.

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!