Two strangers commented on my tattoos today.
The first started the conversation, in the elevator from my gym, by asking "Who did your tattoos?" I told her--Craig Cooley of Abstract Tribal Tattoo, on Eldridge--and she then said that she likes tattoos but doesn't have any. She used the word "hesitant." I pointed out that it doesn't hurt that much. That wasn't it: she's worried about how a tattoo will look when she's "90 and sagging". So I said that when I'm 90, the tattoos are likely to be the best-looking part of me.
She hadn't thought of that.
I don't think she's going to head right down to Craig to get a tattoo, but she may think about it.
The other was simple praise, the cashier at Amy's Bread telling me she liked my bird.
The first started the conversation, in the elevator from my gym, by asking "Who did your tattoos?" I told her--Craig Cooley of Abstract Tribal Tattoo, on Eldridge--and she then said that she likes tattoos but doesn't have any. She used the word "hesitant." I pointed out that it doesn't hurt that much. That wasn't it: she's worried about how a tattoo will look when she's "90 and sagging". So I said that when I'm 90, the tattoos are likely to be the best-looking part of me.
She hadn't thought of that.
I don't think she's going to head right down to Craig to get a tattoo, but she may think about it.
The other was simple praise, the cashier at Amy's Bread telling me she liked my bird.
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Kevin's thought about it too; the thing is, if he were to do something of the sort, he'd want a wingspread dragon across his shoulders, which is one of those massive time-and-energy-and-money investment things, he figures.
Maybe someday thinking about it will go somewhere.