I've wanted a tattoo for a long time. To be precise, I first started talking about it when I was 19. All I needed was the right crowd and little bit of encouragement from my friends and I would have easily gone against everything my mother has told me and got one. Unfortunately, not only did my friends not want to get one with me, they didn't even provide me with a tiniest bit of goading. Oh and yes, I was too much of a good girl to go get one by myself.
Earlier this year, I noticed that my cousin had a very nice tattoo in the upper middle of her back. I felt more than a little envious of her tattoo. And, I found out that she's had it for quite a few years except that none of us ever noticed. See, I could get one and not have a big deal made out of it too.
Recently, I also met a sixty something year old lady that showed off a new tattoo. It seems that her son wanted to get one and she thought it would be fun to get one too. I do not want to be that kind of mother. So, I might as well go get one now, and maybe I can drag my five year old with me. Just kidding!
I brought it up at dinner time in a wishful thinking kind of way. And Aaron had this very excited suggestion "OH! I have one! You can have it. Its a Ben10 one but I just need to find it first"
Yes, he had a temporary tattoo that he was willing to let me have. And if he had found it, I would have proudly showed it off to you here. That would purely have been for Aaron's benefit because a temporary tattoo is cheating. And no, I don't think I'll ever be getting a real one either because 1) I'm getting too old for this type of thing and 2) Richard is old fashioned and does not like the idea. I'm just going to have to accept the fact that I missed my chance nearly twenty years ago.
p.s. If I had a tattoo, I think I would have liked a small Chinese dragon. I've had this idea since before the books about The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.