Some say scars are sexy, or that chicks dig scars, but I have never found that to be true in my case. Others say that scars are tattoos with interesting stories, but I happen to possess the most boring scars ever. None of my scars came from sharks, gunshots, knife fights in Detroit, of lovers.
Wait… I take that last one back. I do have leftover scars from lovers, but all of them are emotional ones.
I don’t have any tattoos, but I have thought about getting one on any number of occasions, mainly when I am sober. Obviously, I am as boring as my scars.
If I did have any tattoos they would probably distract people from my scars, not that people notice them, even though many are visible. I guess they are either a turn off or people are afraid to ask. I never ask anyone else about their scars, therefore I have never had a conversation like the ones in Jaws, Lethal Weapon 3, or Chasing Amy. For some reason, people often feel free to ask others about their tattoos, but I never do; not even my friends. Well, I did ask a friend if a particular tattoo hurt, but only after she showed it to me.
It was on her wrist. Get your mind out of the gutter.
As for my scars, the stories are as follows: The ones on the back of my left hand and right index finger are work related accidents. The left hander required eleven stitches: two inside, nine outside. It didn’t hurt, yet the doctor felt the need to give me pain pills. I guess that’s one of the Percocets of workers comp.
Actually, I don’t remember what kind of meds they were, but a co-worker said they were good ones.
The vertical scar to the left of my chin, my left, not yours, is from a childhood bicycle crash. It took eleven stitches to close: two inside, nine outside. I am nothing if not consistant.
I also have one on my right forearm near the elbow. That one came from a motorcycle crash as a teen. I didn’t go to the doctor with that one, but I probably should have. That being said, it’s not all that gnarly. In fact, it healed rather well.
If there is any scar that could be considered the least bit sexy, it’s one that isn’t noticeable, except upon close inspection. I had a boo boo when I was a toddler, and it left a scar almost dead center on my bottom lip. It looks less like a scar and more like a miniscule bump. I can feel it when I run my tongue or finger across it, rub my teeth against it, or put my lips together and wiggle them back and forth.