Once you get into your late forties, there's a certain 'silliness' that reflects itself on both men and women. It's kind of like seeing a sixty year old balding hippie that still says "far out" and "right on."
That's the problem with tattoos. It freezes the picture at a certain point in a person's life.
I got my tattoo because I somehow wanted something
on me to remember my late husband.
It was going to be a shamrock (since he was of Irish decent), but I later decided on this, on the advice of the biker who inked me, at the White Wizard tattoo parlour.
$65.. and I don't regret a minute of it... although the young ones in the place that day asked me -what you having done?
I said "Well this old chick is gonna get a tattoo"...
They were all there for lip piercings..
It's on the small of my back.. hell I don't even see it these days unless I turn around and look at it in a mirror.. lol