While I doubt any politicians are going declare that the start of this decade is the year of tattoo removal, I’m gonna go ahead and declare that in my own household.
What for? Because this is the year I get my tattoo gone, and I’m so excited I can barely wait.
Why? Maybe because I’m 42 years old and have been married for over 18 years to a woman whose name is NOT on my arm. Yes, I’m one of those idiots who got their high school sweetheart inked into their bicep as some kind of tribute to their woman and to their ego – a kind of double shot of “look at my tattoo and how much I love my girl!” when I think I really meant “Look how strong my muscles are, will you cheat with me?”
Okay, it wasn’t that bad. But you get the point. And now, after all these years, it’s frankly still embarrassing when people see another woman’s name on my arm. My wife is so used to it, it doesn’t seem to bother her, but I know she will be more than happy to see it removed. I thought about trying to get it covered up with her name instead, but that just didn’t sit well with me.
I almost got suckered into some over the counter tattoo removal cream lotion but I know better than to trust cheap tattoo removal methods. There’s a reason they’re cheap right? So next week I’m going it for my first laser clinic visit, the first of many to be exact, since from what I understand it can take about a dozen or more treatments to fully remove a tattoo. This is not going to be cheap, and it’s going to hurt something fierce probably too, but the time has come, and I’ve got the money all saved up anyway, so here’s to 2010 – the year of tattoo removal!
