Rumor has it a gal in town flirts with guys by saying, “I have your name tattooed on my ass.” And it doesn’t matter if that guy’s name is Tom, Dick or Harry.  So when the gentlemen respond to prove it, she drops her drawers to reveal she indeed has “Your Name” literally tattooed on her butt cheek.


Obviously she isn’t the first one to think of such as I found plenty of Google images to choose from (image credit:

I myself have a tattoo, that I got when I was young and naive and thought to be in love with my ex-husband.  Having his name tattooed on my body would for sure prove my love for him. The tattoo artist asked me several times if I was sure I wanted to commit to such. Why I didn’t listen to the guy with the needle, I’ll never know. Hindsight is 20/20.

Fast forward a decade and a half to last month: I recently attended Affiliate Summit in Las Vegas, where I won an award. And I roomed with a lovely gal named Shannon (aka Marketing Elf). I thought it would’ve been cool to freak her out in a single-white-female kind of way by saying “I have your name tattooed on my boob” because in case you didn’t know, my ex-husband’s name is Shannon as well.

But immediately after my divorce, I had my tattooed “fixed” and am now sporting a lovely rose with no visible names.  And I don’t flaunt it unless I’m in love… or really, really drunk.