Admiring the Tatted

I don't have any tattoo's and have only recently grown enough courage to get another piercing on my ear. I have always said I wanted a tat and have really made my Dad cringe with telling him I was really going to. I have made drunken pacts with my friends to get tatted, but to speak honestly I never see any of that happening. I am one the the most indecisive people and will mos def end up hating what I get later on in life. I am a bit jealous of people who have the courage to get tatted, but I often think they are idiots with the weird shit they ink up with. Drunk Kelsey loves talking to strangers and is always looking for a way to start a conversation and tattoos are definitely the number one way to do so. Sorry for referring to "drunk Kelsey" in third person, but she is a semi different person and everyone who drinks can attest they they often refer to their drinking selves as someone different from there sober selves. My drunk need to talk to strangers does NOT mean I am hitting on them, well of course I am sometimes, but for the most part I just want to talk to someone new. Of course every guy that has a strange drunk girl come up to them and start talking to them assumes she's interested. This has led me to meeting some real freaks. I'm sure there are normal guys with interesting tattoos, but so far I have only met the weirdo's. Example from this weekend at Club Pub: A guy had a tear drop tattoo below his eye and I was fascinated! Obviously I asked if he had killed someone, but it turns out since it's colored it's for two of his friends that died (BTW I'm so amazed I am able to remember so many details from that night). I did not feel like I was getting my flirt on at all, just holding a conversation with a weird looking stranger. Another drunken habit is to hand out my number like it's free candy, so of course I have my new friend my number. He has text me every day since, and every text includes a creepy smiley face. When will I ever learn?