I had been admiring the tattoo on one of my fellow long distance commuters for quite a number of rides. I had never gotten a good look at it because she was usually sitting quite far away. I did sit next to her once, but I couldn’t see the tattoo as it was on the hand farthest away from me. I hadn’t talked to her on that occasion because:
- she was absorbed in her phone
- her Luis Vuiton handbag brought up a lot of red flags and nurtured my inferiority complex
- her attractiveness made her seem a bit out of my league
- all of the above.
Today, perhaps fuelled by a horoscope that encouraged recklessness, I managed to have a conversation about her tattoo and its significance. Needless to say, all the assumptions I made about the woman (ethnicity, friendliness etc) were completely wrong. She was quite friendly and explained her tattoo quite calmly and authoritatively.