The lack of tattoos, piercings and other modifications is one of the things that attracted me to my girlfriend in the first place. She doesn’t even wear earings. Just a Claddagh ring on her finger.
I don’t think we have any of those here.
I hear you neighbor. When I was a young, husky fella riding big bikes on the street, I drew up a design- cross in a circle, with a winged heart overlaying it-- fully intending to have it tattooed on my shoulder.
But the urge passed, and now that I'm shrunken and grey, I'm kind of glad it did. It was a pretty design, even so.
Watching my nieces grow up, the first piercing didn't bother me, but when they multiplied- a got a few tattoos-- it made me a little queasy...
A couple of decades ago, my then girlfriend was of uncommon beauty. I’d just gotten a memorial tattoo which she couldn’t get her head around. Although she was not observant, her Jewish mother had instilled in her the belief that her body was to be unmarked. She was the only girl I’d met who’d never had her ears pierced. Back then, it seemed like every girl automatically got her ears pierced when they hit middle-school. Now, it seems like half the kids in my daughter’s kindergarten class have their ears pierced. As a 40-something dad, I’m just well on my way to being perpetually uncool...