I’m all about “freedom to express yourself” whether you’re in or out of a relationship.
So you can imagine how surprised I was at my OWN reaction when the man offered up this piece of information recently:
“I’m getting tattooed today, I’ll call you when finished.”
Hmm. Okay. No biggie. Just some more ink to think about. But I had an adrenaline rush that I couldn’t quiet explain.
Was it a hormonal reaction to the idea of a change? Tattooed men are yummy and “newness” in a year old relationship is always exciting.
Or was it an almost-anger based reaction to the fact that a permanent decision was being made without my input?
The shower curtain is one thing. Communication is not always necessary for the altering of household items or getting or a haircut… because these things aren’t permanent.
Shower curtains can be repurchased.
But tattoos are forever.
I spent the day wondering (okay, obsessing) over what the new body paint would look like. Was it just more work on the almost-finished right arm? Was it my name on his chest? Was it the Grimace Tattoo he’d threatened me with when I expressed my unfounded love for the Purple-Milkshake-Eating-Monster?
My imagination had run away with me and when I finally saw what had been done to my man’s arms, I was at once relieved yet still curious.
Each ½ sleeve had been finished. The colors were more vibrant and the things he thought needed fixing had apparently been “fixed.”
But I knew that he was in pain from them.
My good-girlfriend-reaction made me want to take the pain away and fix it and the bad-girlfriend in me wanted to tell him that “It was his fault” he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
“What permanent change have you made to your body today?” I asked, half joking, half not.
He showed me like a proud teenager and I said they were “cool," unsure of the most favorable response people with ink might expect.
“Well, I hope you like them,” I said. “They will be around FOREVER.”
“I do,” he responded. “They will be around as long as you.”