I sprang out of bed this morning bright and early at 2 pm. it was the day the day I have been waiting three weeks for. I could finally get my tattoo fixed. Yay! Fast forward to this very moment that I am typing this, on the verge of tears, with an identical tattoo on my wrist. I definitely couldn't make this shit up.
I waltzed in to the tattoo parlor (a different one than last time). I walked up to the counter to an extremely handsome tattooed and pierced man. I would get tattooed to see him alone. After some casual flirting (mostly in my head) I showed him my tattoo. His exact words: "Holy shit. Please don't tell me you paid for that?" My heart stopped. He went to get one of the tattoo artists. After staring at my arm for what seemed like an hour, he finally broke the news to me. Turns out the reason that my tattoo is fading so quickly is because the person who tattooed me didn't go deep enough into my skin. Ergo, that is why it didn't really hurt. And I thought I was tough. Also, my tattoo is smaller than anything he would have recommended. That means that as I age and my skin stretches the letters will eventually bleed together. He said my best option is to have it removed and start from scratch. Fantastic. He was really apologetic about the whole thing. He said that he would still do it if I wanted but that he didn't recommend it. Well that settles that. He said on the bright side because my tattoo was so botched it should only take 2 or 3 treatments to get rid of it (at $150 a session mind you). Instead of adding to my tattoo I am now getting the whole thing erased. However, I will not mind going back two or three times to flirt with...I mean....innocently talk with the gorgeous receptionist.
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