Tattoos tend to make me a little hot and bothered.
If you're inked and we've met, I've probably grabbed you and pulled you closer for a good and lengthy stare. There were probably some extremely loud compliments, as well.
My sweetest apologies if I frightened you.
But every time I see a genius tattoo, my mind flies to one of my favorite Jonathan Safran Foer sentences: Let love write on you awhile.
Yes, I do believe that's a wonderful idea.
For all my ardor, it's surprising that I don't have even one tiny tatt. I think this should change. But where to start? I'd love your suggestions...I truly would!
