That you have the hots for an inked booze slinger makes you freaky enough to catch his interest. So next time you see him… just be into him.
I think there’s far too much emphasis placed on “types.” If you’re into someone, you’re into someone. And I don’t care if you’re a tattooed bartender or a death metal bassist or an accountant — if a smart, attractive human being has an interest in you, it’s hard to ignore.
The best way for you to make a move on him is to ignore all those things about him that make him special/sexy/dangerous in your eyes. Pretend he’s an innocent, overgrown Boy Scout. Talk to him like he’s just an average dude, and find out who he is. I know for a fact that people who look funky on the outside are oftentimes totally normal on the inside. I’ve dated some mousy women who would turn into crazy she-devils behind closed doors. Blushing maidens with butt plug collections, for instance.
I dated a body piercer for about five years, long ago. She was perforated all over. Tattooed as well. I looked wholesome. Innocent. I had nerd glasses, and wore button down shirts, and my milky skin was free of barb wire tats. Her nickname for me was “Narc.” I use to help clean the tools she’d use to punch holes in people. We weren’t right on paper, but we were in practice. Eventually, it was what we had in common that undid us.
Treat him like any regular dude. Ignore the tyranny of “types.” Chemistry is about molecules, magic, and fire. It’s about blood and nerves and bones. It’s not about skin.