Remember when I told you about my temporary tattoo forearm sleeve? I loved the way that thing looked and so did everyone else it seemed. My floral design was like the beauty equivalent of walking a really cute dog. People wanted to talk to me about it, and I've never been someone who invites those exchanges with strangers.
"You should make that permanent," someone would say when I copped to wearing a stick-on tat. Maybe I should, I thought.
Fast forward to a few days in when the flowers began to crack and fade. Olivia, Madeline, her boyfriend and I were at Mulberry Project, a tiny cocktail bar in Manhattan's Little Italy. The bartender complimented my "tattoo" -- the forty-thousandth person.
"Let's get real tattoos," I said. "Small ones, tiny ones, finger tats! Come on. Please, please!"
"Are you serious?" Olivia laughed.
"Uh huh," I said. "Let's go."
And just liked that we packed up and left Madeline and her dude at the bar to get tatted up. And by tatted up, I mean we went to St. Mark's place like first-week NYU freshman and asked for the cheapest ink we could get. $60 for "xo," something we could both agree on.
According to a recent survey out of the UK featured on the Huffington Post, nearly a third of people with tattoos regret getting them; however the group least likely to regret getting inked is women over the age of 21. That's me and Olivia.
In fairness, how much of a risk is a tiny mark on the inside of my pinkie finger? Our tattoo artist says finger tats fade the fastest and need touching up most frequently. I love mine and I would get another impulse tattoo with a friend in a second. Even my tattoo-hating mother called it "cute."
How about you? Do you have any tattoos that you regret? Have you ever gotten matching ink with a friend? Tell me the stories (and if they're really regrettable, send me pictures at firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll make a gallery).
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