"Is the purple tattoo on your left arm a new one?" he asks, while I am not looking at him, absolutely absorbed in reading the menu and looking for something to eat that could be keto-friendly.
I look up, a little bit puzzled. Our eyes meet.
I have been knowing him for over two years, now. It's quite strange that he never noticed that one.
Still, since I am absolutely used to any kind of questions about my tattoos, I roll up the sleeve of my black blouse a little bit more, I show him the full purple tattoo he is referring to.
[So many tattoos ago, so many haircuts ago...
That's me, ladies & gents, in 2016.
Can you spot the big purple tattoo on my left arm?]
And here we are: I explain that nope, it is a very old one, only purple ink and no black lines, I've got it myself when I completed my magister degree in cinema history and yada yada yada.
Auto-pilot mode about tattoo questions, welcome at the dinner table, just take a seat and enjoy the evening with us, wouldn't you? What can I order you? Some bananas, maybe?












