On a limb with Claudia

Pretty boy is talking to me, but I’m not listening. The DJ is playing Romeo Void (“I might like you better….“) and I’m singing along in my head. My mind suddenly clicks in…

“It’s all over his body,” Pretty boy says and looks at me.

“Who’s body?” I ask.

“His,” Pretty Boy says and points out a man I’m sure I’ve met before.

Now, I have a dilemma. I don’t know what Pretty Boy said and I don’t remember this guy’s name. I look at Pretty Boy and he laughs.

“Weren’t listening?” he says.

I nod.

“Come on,” he says. We walk over to the man in question. He introduces me and we have the obligatory “We’ve met before” conversation. I smile and nod. After all, I’m still singing Romeo Void n my head

“He has I love you tattooed all over his body,” Pretty Boy says repeating what I wasn’t listening to before.

“He does?” I say peering at the man in front of me. Unbidden, images flip through my mind like flash cards. Hearts tattooed up and down his legs. Thousands of script of “I love you” written all over his back. A huge “I love you” in block letters down his spine.

I manage to say, “How do you know?”

“He’ll show it to you,” Pretty Boy says. The man in front of us nods.

“Married?” I remind Pretty Boy. The man slips down the collar of his shirt to reveal a blue eye on his shoulder.

Feeling brave, I ask the man in front of me, “You have I love you tattooed all over your body?”

“Ya,” he says. “Here’s the eye. The heart is on my butt, well one butt cheek, and the u is on the bottom of my foot.”

I nod and try to think of something to say.

“I guess you’re an all over body experience,” I manage.

He laughs. Then feels compelled to over share, “I was seeing this girl when I got the heart tattoo,” he starts.

I nod.

“When I woke up in the morning, my butt was stuck to the pillow. When I pulled it off there was a red heart on the white pillow case.”

I raise my eyebrows.

“It’s kind of gross because it was blood,” he says. “You know from the tattoo.”

I nod again.

“She kept the pillow case though,” he said. “That is until I dumped her. I don’t know what she did with it after that.”

The song ends. Or at least that’s how I remember it. Romeo Void wailing “I might like you better if we slept together” and a blood stained pillow case.

I can’t help wondering what happened to the pillow case.

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