I love my bike and I promise not to have a photo of me on it every other post. Maybe every third post?
After a long ride, two hard workouts, lots of sun and sangria…I am wiped out. So much going on in such a short period. I just love this time of year. The days are long, the pool is warm and it’s not quite buggy yet. Monsoon is still a few weeks away (that’s when the bugs come). Thank goodness for my neti pot. I have managed to keep my sinuses in check this season. Usually, with all the dust, I’m fighting off a sinus infection–until monsoon. Then all the dust gets matted down and the air gets some moisture in it.
So while I was riding and thinking of my workout program, I decided that I…uh…think I’m finally going to get…
I’ve put it off for years. Just never felt worthy of tattoo-dom. Until now. I don’t know what did it. The bike? The results from working out? My mid-life crisis? All of the above?
I’m not getting any younger. The shelf life of attractiveness for a gay man is very short so I’m making a valiant effort to work on my D.I.T. (daddy in training) status. Daddy types are hot. Actually, any stubble-faced tattooed in shape motorcycle-riding man over 40 is hot to me. Think Sam Elliott:
I want to age like Sam. He’s my role model–my template. I think I could pull it off if I start speaking with a deep voice, marry Katharine Ross and wake up from my daydream that Sam and I could possibly be in the same category…but I digress.
I definitely don’t want an off the shelf tattoo. I have something in mind that I’m going to design and then ask my friend Sally to illustrate. If it comes out the way I envision, it’ll be really cool–especially if she does it.
On the other hand, I may change my mind tomorrow. I still have a long way to go before I get a permanent marking on my arms.
Oh my God! I’m so tired. Enough of this self absorbed petty bullshit. Off to bed for me.
G’night Sam…I’m such a dork.