You've had a crush on your Tattoo artist for years. You go to the parlor and ask for her specifically under the lie of you love her work.

You've realized you've run out of space on your arms and have to move to other parts of your body. Taking off your shirt for her is enough to make you blush for hours.

You've decided today was the day to confess to her. You put on your big kid pants and drive to the parlor.