She's been in a few times before. She has great tattoos on her chest, shaved head with a thin mohawk, an American accent, quirky sense of style. I noticed her. Admired her.
She came in yesterday to get a tattoo. We sat at the reception desk and I helped her design it. We had such fun.
I stole glances at her smooth skin, her radical hair. Ready to be tattooed, she went into the room and I was alone again at the counter.
I heard her calling me and went to the tattoo room. She stood there, topless, showing me where the stencil had been placed, asking for my opinion on placement. I tried not to stare at her wonderful breasts. Small but perky, with dark nipples jutting out. We talked about placement and agreed it needed to be angled slightly differently and a bit lower. Then I left. When the tattoo was finished she called me back in to check on it. We high fived to our design and her new tattoo and she proceeded to sit with me at reception for the next hour or two.
We talked about our bi-polar and how she works at a mental health hospital and we discussed side-effects to different meds. I couldn't help but notice her scars. Shallow little nicks all up and down her arms and deeper, longer ones up high on her thighs. I touched her thigh and asked her about them. She said she loved her scars, she thought they were beautiful. I told her I thought they were beautiful also.
She then told me she was gay and how much she appreciated women over men. She still found men attractive and was with them occasionally but would only have a relationship with a woman. She then tells me about a girl she met a while ago. "She had a waist like this!" she says and holds up one finger as she gives a shudder of delight. I feel myself try and hold my stomach in even more but to no avail.
As she leaves, she says "Give me your digits" and hands me her phone. I put my number in and think about her for the afternoon.
Late last night she texts and says "After our conversation today, I can't stop thinking about scars and all that blood. Yummy... Do you do scarification at your work?" I replied that yes we do and perhaps we could get scarred together. That would be hot. She answers, yes, very hot indeed.
We then proceed to talk about the tattoo artist she had - he is the guy mentioned in my previous blog. The one I am head-over-heels in love with. It seems she too finds him majestic looking. I find myself threatened, jealous, confused. We agree to catch up for coffee soon and thus, our conversation ends.
I can't stop thinking about her. She is so unique. So confident. I officially have a girl crush...
I hope she contacts me again.
She came in yesterday to get a tattoo. We sat at the reception desk and I helped her design it. We had such fun.
I stole glances at her smooth skin, her radical hair. Ready to be tattooed, she went into the room and I was alone again at the counter.
I heard her calling me and went to the tattoo room. She stood there, topless, showing me where the stencil had been placed, asking for my opinion on placement. I tried not to stare at her wonderful breasts. Small but perky, with dark nipples jutting out. We talked about placement and agreed it needed to be angled slightly differently and a bit lower. Then I left. When the tattoo was finished she called me back in to check on it. We high fived to our design and her new tattoo and she proceeded to sit with me at reception for the next hour or two.
We talked about our bi-polar and how she works at a mental health hospital and we discussed side-effects to different meds. I couldn't help but notice her scars. Shallow little nicks all up and down her arms and deeper, longer ones up high on her thighs. I touched her thigh and asked her about them. She said she loved her scars, she thought they were beautiful. I told her I thought they were beautiful also.
She then told me she was gay and how much she appreciated women over men. She still found men attractive and was with them occasionally but would only have a relationship with a woman. She then tells me about a girl she met a while ago. "She had a waist like this!" she says and holds up one finger as she gives a shudder of delight. I feel myself try and hold my stomach in even more but to no avail.
As she leaves, she says "Give me your digits" and hands me her phone. I put my number in and think about her for the afternoon.
Late last night she texts and says "After our conversation today, I can't stop thinking about scars and all that blood. Yummy... Do you do scarification at your work?" I replied that yes we do and perhaps we could get scarred together. That would be hot. She answers, yes, very hot indeed.
We then proceed to talk about the tattoo artist she had - he is the guy mentioned in my previous blog. The one I am head-over-heels in love with. It seems she too finds him majestic looking. I find myself threatened, jealous, confused. We agree to catch up for coffee soon and thus, our conversation ends.
I can't stop thinking about her. She is so unique. So confident. I officially have a girl crush...
I hope she contacts me again.
shroom:
She sounds thirty one flavors of awesome 