I am not a watch snob

A man’s got two shots for jewelry: a wedding ring and a watch. The watch is a lot easier to get on and off than a wedding ring.

Back in elementary school, I remember owning this gold case Mickey Mouse watch with a black leather band. I loved that thing and wore it with me everywhere for years. Then as I went into high school, my preference was no jewelry at all. Couldn’t wear rings, I couldn’t wear necklaces, and I definitely couldn’t wear watches. It just seem like a bunch of unnecessary crap on my body just weighing me down. This last all the way up to August 2008 when, for some reason or another, I decided to purchase a red Fossil BQ9284 watch to see how I felt about it. My little test run last several months before I started feeling naked without it. And so began my enthusiasm for the wearable timepiece.

I followed up the Fossil with a couple of decent quartz watches from Nixon and Vestal. These were good to keep my fix quelled, but they had no soul. Watches have a soul? You bet your ass they do and that’s where the mechanical watch comes into play. I was It wasn’t until I was introduced to these when my interest really started to peak. Much in the same way a sports car, safety razor, or fountain pen make me feel, the mechanical watch just moves me when I use it. Pull one up to your ear and you’ll hear a ticking heart beat. A heart beat for jebus’ sake!

I could ramble on and on about it, but instead I’ll go through my small collection for now.