Tattooed on my mind

Recently, I caught up with a friend of mine who's in a situationship with his long lost friend. He thought they would get back together, but certain events changed everything that it almost frustrated him. It was remarkable how he never changed his treatment of the person, even after the other guy stopped attaching terms of endearment and started calling him on first name basis once again. I told him, that if I were in his shoes, I'd stop being sweet and romantic, once the person decides to stay on the other side of the world for practical reasons rather than choosing to stay with me. My good friend said that it's not reason enough for him to stop loving a person. He still cherishes their moments and will always keep in memory the good times they had. It was admirable, and it tatooed on my mind. He's the type of guy I'd want to have a relationship with - personality-wise - but too bad, I'm not attracted that much to him.

He had an idea of getting a tattoo, as token of opening a new chapter in his life. It wasn't crazy enough, for the one he wanted was not permanent. He just wanted something that's gonna be inked on his arm for a couple days, try out another design, and make it a weekly thing. He enticed me to get one, and consent I did. I accompanied him to the shop where he chanced upon while waiting for me to arrive.

The shop had special offers on airbrushed tattoos, although they don't have henna. We browsed the different patterns in their catalog, and chose one that we really liked. It was the only one that appealed to both of us, so I decided to pick it as well, but asked to put it on a different bicep.

Painting our arms was an enjoyable experience. The sensation of the cold spray on your sensitive skin, the delicate touch of the sexy designer and how his image seduces your imagination to lust over him, and the excitement of how it'd look like on us once it's done. The result -

We were so happy with what we've got, that he suggested we attack the bathhouse while the tattoo is fresh. Yes, we may get mistaken for being lovers, but the initial thought was fun. He made another suggestion to head to the club as well, showing our inks. But that's gonna be too corny, I thought. Besides, it was not as permanent and as cool as the real tattoo. What hapenned afterwards was that we just had chat over coffee. I had to go to the gym as well. This has stopped me from deciding to go clubbing and frolicking in the baths. Sayang ang workout gains kung mag magpupuyat ako, noh .

An interest in getting a permanent tattoo came up. I'd welcome the above same pattern inked and etched on my arm. This time, I would want to use rainbow colors. Violent from top to red on the bottom. But I'm still pondering on the idea.

Now, I guess, it wouldn't be a weekly ritual for me and my friend to get an airbrushed tattoo. The pattern faded after three days. Hindi sulit . But it was worth doing once in a while. As for the permanent one, I'm still afraid of the needle. Mababa ang tolerance ko sa pain. Believe me, kahit naturukan na ko ng mas malalaki at matatabang panusok, iba pa rin yung pinong sakit na dulot ng pagpipintado.