*Oh, fucccck! You idiot!*
I didn’t actually mean to fall asleep on my couch at 2pm on a Saturday, but sometimes that’s just how the shit hits the fan. My tattoo appointment was in 5 minutes.
I grabbed my phone more dramatically than I needed to and pulled up Instagram to message my tattoo artist. He probably wouldn’t see it right away but I figured it was better than nothing. His name was Jared, but everyone called him ‘Jare’.
This was my fourth tattoo with him, and I admittedly had a bit of a crush… . Not only did he do incredible work, but he was really fucking funny. And hot. He was really hot. Every time we saw each other, the sexual tension just seemed a little bit more…tense.
Earlier I had thought of putting on some makeup and doing my hair some sort of cute pig-tail way but it looked like I was just going to have to bolt. I had some striped, cotton lounge shorts on- They were definitely too short and pajama-like to wear out normally but I was just walking there and then immediately home, so I honestly didn’t care. I threw on a crewneck, some cute skate socks, and crocs. I was going for ‘hot mess’. Jared wouldn’t give a fuck, and I was comfy as hell. Win-win.