I had dinner with a friend Thursday night who told me a great story that I felt compelled to share with you.
As we savored Coronas and cheese dip, she began to tell me of a family friend who had been dating a man for several years. The man recently died in a motorcycle accident, and my friend’s relatives attended the wake to show their sympathy.
They quickly found that the abandoned girlfriend needed sympathy for more than one reason.
In the brief period between her beau’s death and his wake, she had decided the best way to mourn his tragic passing was to get a tattoo in memory of him.
A gigantic tattoo.
Across her entire back.
Of his face.
As icing on the cake, she scrawled the words, “I Will Love You Forever” below his image.
Now, we all understand grief. But my friend and I were intrigued by the sexual repercussions of her eternal memorial, and the possibilities this girl’s future love life holds.
“What happens when the next guy she’s with has sex with her doggie-style, and he looks up to see the Ghost of Christmas Past staring back at him?” my friend queried. “Is that not, like, instant ED?”
And she would know.
Her boyfriend has five tattoos, the majority of which reside squarely on his bum.
His philosophy, she says, is that he should get something incredibly tacky, stat.
“I know I’ll eventually regret one of them anyway. I might as well go ahead and get it over with, so I can say, ‘Wow. I really regret that,’ and move on,” is his mantra, she says.
This, coming from a guy who has Tigger (yes, the Winnie the Pooh character) inked on his ass, and who has seriously considered procuring a permanent representation of the “Ice Age” squirrel on his inner thigh, fervently reaching for his nuts.
As funny as it would be, I’m thinking that might be a Grade A, regrettable tatt.
Perhaps not as regrettable, however, as a freakishly accurate, life-sized, full-back portrait of your dead ex.
The moral of the story is that nothing’s permanent – boyfriends, marriages, life – except the ink you just injected into your skin.
So you may want to rethink getting his initials inside a heart on your ass cheek. It’ll be a guaranteed mood-killer with your next partner.