glimmerred

so i was in shop rite last night with nick. he was stocking up on ramen and i was looking for ranch dressing. meanwhile there was an old man whizzing (okay, this is a slight exaggeration for he was moving rather slow) down the aisle in his little scooter. he stopped where i was standing and looked at me. he asked me if my tattoos were real. but he said it with no negative connotation whatsoever, so i thought nothing of it. but when i went on to tell him that they were real, he of course went on with his rant asking me how i could do that to myself, why, i was such a pretty girl, etc. etc. yes, i am ruined for life.
he even brought nick into it.
but what i am getting at here is how much this hurts my feelings. yes this has happened before. and yes, it's been more brutal than this particular incident (once i was brought to tears). and usually it's older people. but it's unnecessary. stop me if you want to appreciate my tattoos. (actually, i take that back.) don't stop me if you want to tear me to shreds.
and would he have even noticed them if i wasn't a female?
luckily i wasn't wearing my lip ring, just the retainer, or we might still be there.

sigh.