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One of the comments on FB about it:
"Shame cos she is very pretty. However also clearly naive and gullible. He will dump her one day and she will be cursed with his retarded name on her face forever. The anger and laughter should be directed at the boyfriend. She is young. He has filled her head with false securities and promises on his love for her. He is a power freak. He is tripping out he has that much power over her. The body language shows in their picture together. He has his hand over her crotch and breasts and kissing her neck looking directly at the camera. She is showing no emotion .he is displaying ownership where his hands are. She has her hand over his reassuring him she belongs to him."
Not saying I agree with everything in that statement, but this is generally what popped into my head when I saw the images of the two of them together.
Getting a facial tattoo (imho) is a very serious step and not something to be entered into lightly, especially in Western cultures. Even in traditional tattoo-heavy cultures like Maori, the facial moko was something you got after a long period of thought, respect, discussion, and so on. Getting ink on your face, the first thing that people see on you, your identifier, the definer of your 'outward' personality to many, is not something I think you should do after an internet romance and a week (or a day, or a year) together in real life. Especially for your first tattoo, when you are unfamiliar with the sense of permanence from marking your body.
I've covered up my first three tattoos now (on my arms). Did I regret them? Not hugely, but I wanted them covered over. At the time I thought they were fucking cool though and thought they were going to be cool forever. The woman I was with at the time - yes I was in love with her and our love was special and nobody else in the world understood us, fuck everyone else and what they think, and so on. Yeah well guess what? We broke up, like what happens all the time, but I didnt have her name plastered across my face as the VERY FIRST THING that people saw on me whenever I tried to meet other new people.
Anyway, I should get to work.