Flirting with tattoo shop girls is a fast road to nowhere.
Sigh.
Strangely, conversations of this nature were frequent between Sisly and I as well. She would always start talking about how much she loved, say, Hills Have Eyes, and I'd jump in with heartfelt agreements (not to mention dorky making-of trivia bits, actor/director bios, etc), only to discover some minutes later that she was watching some shitty remake on TV.
Try as I might, I never succeeded in convincing her to watch the originals, either.
But back to the tattoo shop girl: Turns out, she's engaged. Why is it that fate only tosses married(ish) women at me? Is it a challenge? A joke? Natural selection?