Tattoo Names Design

Names are a point of contention in tattooing. We get people all the time that are happy to find a place that does names and it always surprises me. Even if I wasn't happily married, I would hopefully have enough imagination to entertain the theoretical possibility that others could sucessfully bond. To be honest, even if I was that cynical I'd be too embarassed to admit it.

So where to get a name. Almost anywhere is good. What you might want to consider is tailoring the design to fit where you want it. Banners and scrolls are good ways to change the shape of a design. A heart in the background or a heart-shaped lock are good too.

For the best looking, super-deluxe version, consider the past. Where did you meet? First vacation? Shared interests other than sex?

That's where you get the good stuff. Picture a matching set of names with some kind of Tehetian sunset behind them, maybe the sillouette of a palm tree. Maybe the names could be made out of water, or reflected on the carapace of a tropical turtle.

This one couple got each others names tattooed on the insides of their lips, so when they kissed each other they were doing it twice. That was cute.

Another thing to consider is matching tattoos. Pick something you both like and go for it. It's not as good as a name, but it's all right. The most common version of this is the wedding band on the ring finger. It's not really possible to tattoo the bottom of the finger with any great precision, but you can get a nice cuff that tapers out. When your hand is closed it looks just like a ring.
I have my wife's name on my arm. On the same arm I have a big shark biting an anchor in a swirl of water. I kind of like that tattoo. Underneath it is some other woman's name, and the cover-up is so good you can't even tell.

It's the tattoo version of Pascal's Wager. You just can't know the final outcome, but you can get it covered up in the worst case scenerio. And the cover-up always makes an interesting story.
"Why do you have a rooster on your arm?"
"There was this casino fire when I was in Guam. The one-eyed lady that rescued me had this brother with a tattoo shop. I was drunk and they wouldn't take any money. I kept saying roser, which is Guamese for thank you. I think I must have passed out, 'cause I definitely don't remember getting the tattoo. My Guamese sucks."