Only cause you asked nicely. And you like the Carolina Panthers.
It's a long story. It started back in 2007. Trying to talk to her at work and for time sake I'm gonna jump to ****ing Valentine's Day 2008.
Went to work early and got her a gift. Gave it to her that day and got her number. Everything was fine sailing. We talked a bit, we got along together at work...up until I tried to go out with her. This is where I honestly think I was in competition with her and didn't know it at the time. She stood me up twice and wouldn't admit to it. Finally went out to the movies. She asked at work if we could just go as friends (when she knew I wanted something more. *Hint Hint* Probably wasn't the only guy trying to...go out with her). I said yes...we go out...wait wait. Ok, that was before the stand up's. My mom told me to call her up the day we went out. The movie's were awkward. Saw Step Up 2(ok movie), but I wasn't sure what I should do. Kiss her, put my arm around her, etc. Came off as more of a friends thing even though she offered me her drink. The BIG mistake. Was that I let her into my mom's car...while she was waiting on her ride..and...she got creeped out by my Mom asking her questions.

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After that she called me and wanted to be just friends and made promises. It was like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be friends or not. She said 'We can hang out when I get a car' and.....it just ended horrible. But she was one of those girls...that I was like

when I first saw her. That good looking in my useless opinion. The fact I got tat to impress her...says a lot. Hell, you could make a case I got more tats to kinda heal. And now I'm addicted. I do like my tats. I feel at ease when getting a tat. Feel excited. And no I'm never getting rid of my tats. I will get touch ups and maybe add onto some tats though. I got my tattoos...my body art for many reasons. Most of them by friends. Hell, I wish I could work at a shop.