Ever since I turned 21, I've always wanted to get a tattoo. And today is FINALLY the day! I'm excited, but at the same time, scared shitless. I'm scared because I don't know how it's gonna turn out, how bad it's gonna hurt. My mind is just all over the place.
I walk down a flight of stairs, into a basement room, which was a tattoo parlor. I gave the lady at the front desk all of my info and she told me to sit and wait for my turn. I looked around the parlor and let me tell you; I loved it.
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It looked like a typical tattoo parlor, but with a splash of vintage interior design and art. It looked like magic!
After about 10 mins of waiting, my name is finally called by the lady at the front desk. She leads me to a room in the back and tells me to wait for my artist. I can't believe I'm actually doing this! I thought to myself. My adrenaline was rushing and my hands were shaking. I'm just so damn anxious about getting my first tattoo. How can you expect me to be calm during this? After 5 mins, my artist finally comes in. He sits on the stool next to my chair.
"Hello, young lady! How are you today?" He asked in a polite voice. I read his name tag; AJ McLean. He's actually a pretty good looking guy. Black hair with a black beard, big brown eyes and sleeve tattoos on both arms. Now I normally don't go for guys with full sleeve tattoos, but this guy was a different story. OOF 😍 And for a guy with a gothic bad boy look, he had the personality of a cinnamon roll (if that makes any sense 😂😭)
"I'm good." I replied with a shaky voice.
"Nervous, huh?"
"Kinda..." I chuckled.
He chuckled back. "Hey, I know how it feels. I had that same feeling when I got my first tattoo. But believe me, it's not a huge pain and you'll get used to it."
God, I hope so... I said in my head.
"What's you're name?" He asked.
"Y/N," I replied.
"Pretty name!"
"Thank you!" At that point, I realize I was blushing. He was just so nice.
"So you would like an infinite symbol on your wrist?" He asked.
"Yep." I replied. "I've seen so many of those on Pinterest and I've always wanted to get it." I jokingly added. AJ laughed, and I gotta say, he just had the cutest laugh! 😍
AJ gets all of his tools ready on the table next to him. He plugs in the tattoo pen (Or whatever they're called lol). For the first 5 mins, all I could feel on my wrist is PAIN. PAIN. PAIN! But for the next 15 mins, it wasn't that bad. I kinda forgot about the pain because of the fascination I've seen of AJ's artistry of the infinite sign on my wrist! It was beautiful! 😍🔥
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After a few more minutes of wrapping everything up, I finally stood up and spent a good 10 minds looking at my tattoo and taking pictures of it.
"You like it?" AJ asks.
"Yes! I love it! Thank you so much!"
"No problem! If you want another tattoo, you can always come back! That's if your parents allow, of course." He chuckled. I chuckled back.
I walked out of the room, paid my money to the lady at the front desk, and walked out of the parlor. I spent the rest of that night, not only looking at my tattoo, but thinking about AJ. He was just such a handsome, charming guy. I figured that I should've asked for his number or ask if he was married. He might be a lot older than me, but that doesn't stop me from imagining about him. 😍😍
