This entire thread makes me sad.
At the same time, it explains a lot. Too much in fact.
While I love me a gay cabal from time to time, I had no idea I was surrounded by so many fashion fags.
This one came close to breaking my back.
Watches are more fun than sweat equity @TurdBomber . And the biggest watch fag of us all - ie The injun knows how to turn a wrench better than most.
I remember the kick-ass, killer watch phase, but it was over by about 30.
I think what did me in was a settlement conference room full of prematurely bald & fat attorneys destined for the blue pills by 40 flashing their Rolexs - their last remaining shreds of dignity left - at each other while boring me to death with Hawaiian golf stories. Watches, chains and goatees can't hide or compensate for pot bellies, fat rolls, pasty double chins, and sunburnt scalps before 40[/b].
The wife is still fucking the pool boy.
I can revere a well-built watch as I would a nice gun or a quality tool. But I'll never be queer enough to revere it as a fashion accessory. Hence, my expressed concern.