Ah, College
"Just a little prick…then some more."

Last week, my girlfriend convinced me to do something I never thought I'd do. Something painful and scary – I got a tattoo. At first, this seems like a big deal. Until you consider that, a week before, I'd convinced her to go out with me, something my last three girlfriends have described as "agonizing."

Luckily for them, our relationships had all lasted less than the half hour it takes to get a tattoo before they broke it off.

Throughout the experience, I was worried. My first concern was that the place was clean. This concern lasted all of about fifteen seconds. Which was about as long as it took me to think about how "clean" the cleanest body art place in the world probably looks. I got over it.

My second concern was the pain. My significant other lovingly assured me the one she'd gotten earlier was practically painless. Meaning that even if it turned out to be excruciating, I had to act like I hardly felt it, as I was trying to maintain the "boyfriend" position in our relationship.

Yeah. Turns out, it hurt. Not bad enough to not go through with it, mind you, but bad enough to really think things over. I just kept wondering to myself, "Ow. I'm letting this guy stab me. And I'm paying him for it? If I give him more money, can I make him stop?"

It's a consideration anyone should make before getting body art. I mean, it looks cool, but it's comparable to a doctor trying to take blood and missing the vein about a thousand times. Except he won't apologize to you afterward.

If your doctor were also referred to as "Aggro" by his friends.

My girlfriend and I ended up getting matching tattoos. About halfway through hers, I was just watching, and I really started to think how crazy it was that it was happening. Not getting the tattoos. I mean, I was watching her, and it really didn't look like it hurt at all. What was wrong with me?

The two tattoos each cost sixty dollars, which was added up to one hundred. In hindsight, I'm really glad he made up the bill after the tattoos were done. Otherwise, I'd have been wondering if the guy stabbing my arm in this delicate procedure had just given me a discount, or given me a good reason not to get a tattoo that day.

Clearly, the best part of getting a tattoo is showing it off. Granted, there's a little pain there, too. But generally, I hope most people have friends who are smart enough not to poke a fresh tattoo. Then again, I also thought that about my friends before they did it.

The weirdest part of showing it off is that once it's out, people will be in disbelief. While you're showing it to them, and it's in plain view, they're still compelled to ask, "Did you really get a tattoo?" As though it may just be a really, really fancy scab or something.

At first, I just kind of nodded. Now, the question is so common, I just say, "Actually, I didn't. Which makes the fact that there's one on my arm all the more mysterious."

Overall, it was good. I'd recommend a tattoo to pretty much anyone. Because each tattoo is unique and beautiful in its own way, and each has a story to tell. Such as the one I'm currently trying to construct to explain the situation to my parents.

Plus, if nothing else, your tattoo will be like a little badge that reads: "My threshold for pain is equal to or greater than the scrawny collegehumor.com guy."