Years ago I dated a guy who had a number of tattoos (shocking, I realize). (He wasn't covered, but the ones he had were intricate. I called him my illustrated man with few tales to tell. ahh youth) While he didn't use my same phrasing, he appeared to approach his body art as I did about my own. His tattoos weren't chosen either in haste or for shock value/rebellion. He felt, as I did, ... Continue Reading