And he was all like:
You know those weird controlly boy or girlfriends who think they have a say in the way their significant other dresses or does their hair? Yeah, they wouldn't stand a chance in hell with me. Ryan comes home to me with fluorescent orange hair one day, and some ridiculous outfit the next. But he does the same, like the time he came home with South Africa shaved into his hair.
We love each other because of who we are and who we want to become, not in spite of it.What would you do if your partner came home with a new tattoo they got on the (semi) spur of the moment without consulting you first?
WHAT? I can't hear you!
For the record I got a hug and a high five.