And he, despite everything new he gleamed, still mentioned the tattoo and described to me how he wanted it. And that was when I knew - he really is the one. I want him, I want him on me, and I want it forever.
So a couple of rearrangements with moon later, I found myself an appointment tonight at 7.30pm. It was to be his first tattoo. And it was to be my sixth tattoo, but the first one I'm getting with a hint of anyone's name at all.
He was a little late and he came looking shagged out from work, but still wearing that utterly adorable smile he reserves for me and me only. And I knew what to get without a second thought.
I wore just a light eyeliner for tonight, secretly because I wanted to convince him to drop by suntec's twenty one pilots after the session and WHO GOES TO A GIG (or hangs around outside trying to cheaply listen in) BARE FACED. WHERE IS YOUR PUNK PRIDE.
It was quite a sight for him because I'm usually barefaced.
So he adorably checked me out the whole night, sitting me down at a bench outside the mall and going, "Okay stay here and wait for me, you're very pretty today and everyone wants to steal you so stay put and wait for me okay?" when he needed to rush back to take a piss.
So bloody adorable oh I could marry this man.
We made our way to Moonstruck Tattoo and were early, so he decided to (chain) smoke before heading up. He held up his forth finger and said that's where he wanted his tattoo.
Then he held up his middle finger and said that's where he'd put our child's first name. And then he idiotically did a peace sign and said that's how he's gonna introduce himself from then on. "See this is my wife and my child!"
I am dating a five year old.
Moving forward. Moon advised him against a ring finger tattoo, explaining that it fades off very, very easily and that it is both expensive and irrational to maintain. Baby got disappointed and it showed, and I honestly thought he was gonna back out till Moon mentioned the wrist being a good placement for small ink.
AND HALLELUJAH MY SEX GOD AGREED! If you ever read this - thank you Moon you are a god what a wonderful wristy idea, no wonder you are a tattoo artist oh my god I am recommending everyone to you.
I'm not supposed to post these up but he looked so cute aww.
It was his first ink and I cannot imagine the anxiety he must be going through, because I forgot my first time ink anxiety a long long time ago LOL 17 year old nicole was a lot more fearless than 22 year old nicole.
I think he didn't know what to do while Moon worked so for a while I scrolled 9gag on my phone for him but he declined that after a while and zoned out thinking about sushi or something. God only knows.
The end product was gorgeous and watching him fascinated by it was endlessly adorable heh heh. Immediately after his session, he went out to smoke while Moon set my stencil. When I got out to see him, he was already googling for new ink ideas.
WELCOME TO THE CLUB BABY!
Moon took his dinner hurriedly and started on my ink. It was around 9.30pm by then and I have given up all hope on twenty one pilots while baby has given up all hope on catching Ant-Man while Moon's wife has given up on texting, "Wa so late still tattooing good business ah you."
A light-hearted two hour session later, my newest baby was born.
My very first graphic tattoo.
The photo is taken at the time of this writing (Monday) so it has already begun to scab. But holy fuck it looked so good fresh off the needle. I wondered why I didn't take a photo.
Also, happy coincidence - Moon had to use needles of the same size for both me and Gabriel's tattoo as it happened to be the same width. So poetic. He added on that Gabriel's tattoo was on his wrist, where his pulse is, so my initial will forever rest on his heartbeat. DOUBLE THE POETRY. My heart cannot handle it.
His tattoo is a sexy, thick anchor with ropes spelling out a simple N across it. I nagged that the N did not look obvious but both him and Moon looked at me with this, "Oh my god this psychotic girlfriend" look so I faltered :(
We left the place with Moon congratulating him on joining the club and assuring him that he'll be back for more soon. He also mentioned that sweechoon was nearby so we decided to get supper there.
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Start sidenote
I have a really, really particular resting face.
You know how most girls have a resting bitch face? I don't, or rather I don't think I do. I had a resting lazy face a long time ago, before sec 4.
Then when I entered poly, I entered a world where poor engineering men would stalk me to class and entire classes across my lecture room would make a huge din and slip notes under the theater door asking for my number.
I'm not even kidding. My lecturer stopped class because my clique mates got so excited with the opportunity to whore out my number that they wrote notes back, saying "$50 per number you ok? We have her number we sell you."
Good times.
But I am digressing.
The point is, I decided I didn't want a lazy face anymore. I decided I wanted to twist my face into the most arrogant look it could contort into. No more approachable. And that is the one I would fix as my default resting face.
What is the point of this?
End sidenote
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So on our way over, baby started smoking and I walked in front of him since I can't stand the smell of it and so my face was ruder than usual. This big bunch of guys blocking my path loomed ahead but parted when I crossed, and I didn't think much of it till I heard a commotion at the back.
I think it took me a while to register that they were Gabriel's ship mates. He was so adorably mobbed by them about, "Eh siala why are you here!" and he gestured at me saying, "Hahah I'm with my girlfriend."
I smiled as he walked towards me, took me by my hip and led me into a cab.
And once in the cab he couldn't stop smiling and I thought it was about the tattoo, but he just kept squeezing my hand and going, "I saw them boe-ing you from afar. And then I told them you were my girlfriend. And that stance when you smiled at me after I said you were my girlfriend. Why you gotta be so hot? You knew this was gonna happen right!" or something.
So bloody adorable. Throughout the cab ride, he fussed over me and kept stroking my head telling me how proud he was to call me his girlfriend and how envious his ship mates must be and how they'll hold him in a higher regard because he has a hot girlfriend and a lot more loving, loving fussing.
What a wonderful boyfriend I have. What a long time since he's been so vocal about his pride in having me as his girlfriend. What a wonderful feeling it is. My love for him truly grows exponentially every day.
So that's it.
The story of the day, to quote him, Gabriel got his "first tattoo with the initials of my future wife."
I want this for the rest of my life. I do.
Let me marry you.
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