The perfect watch. Or not … review.

“Caressing metal” could’ve also been the headline for this post. I’m looking for the perfect love affair. Yes, it’s sick … or at least strange – I’m stroking and fondling steel. Married … with children … and inanimate objects.

But what other kinds of blingblings do grown men get to play with? Signet rings or a male bracelet or two? – the watch is just too easy to abuse. And I do. Stroke them, feel the curves, looking for imperfections or my fingers being rewarded by the perfection of a slightly domed sapphire (the words I’ve learned from this obsession?!) or just starring down the cleavage of a beautiful dial … well there are many things to call a watch: unpolished – polished, beater – batman, gada – grail, in-house – homage, perfect – panda, mooded – monster. Sorry: strap monster. No, I’m the monster. I’d like to think that I’m not looking with my fingers, but I do. I do. Is there an AA for steel molesters?

This one does not have the perfect crystal well, it’s more or less invisible, the crystal itself – flawless – but by a micron or ten it tilts upwards – my fingers tells me. You can’t see the flaw, but you can feel it.

The perfect weightless titanium bracelet? – no – it’s the first watch to actually pull my precious arm hairs. I’ve read about cheap Casios pulling hair. My A158 doesn’t. And the pin and collar thingy – I’ve read about that as well. This is my second encounter with this asian version of hide and seek – if you, like me, are pushing 50 the collars are more or less invisible – gone, forever lost in a ocean of dust rats and other things you could actually see when you were younger. Took me forever to resize, but now it fits. Weightless, but not senseless.

I’m rambling, but I’m still looking for the perfect mistress – my Hamilton Murph is nice, my Citizens also gets a lot of love, but I’m still looking for the perfect watch. And apparently I’m very shallow – I don’t care much about the brand, I really don’t care about the movement – a reliable quartz is always more convenient. Like this one. Very convenient by the way – I live close enough to one of those towers beeping out the exact time every day and changing the time zone – perfection. So easy.

I’ve learned that I like balanced, clean dials and indices that aren’t too small (for some reason). But a smaller watch is always more than a larger one. This one is 39 mm and it’s pushing the boundaries of … well maybe a tad too big for my 17 cm wrist. By 1 mm or a half. Still looking …

… why do I need another watch? Do I really need another watch? Do I really have to import a Wise dive watch from Thailand – I don’t dive. But I do wear matching green clothes from time to time – like the Wises green hues I’m thinking about … (already have ordered). Well, that was my excuse for importing this JDM with a jeans blue dial. I do wear blue jeans sometimes. Or quite often. And I wouldn’t wear the same clothes everyday … my clothes shopping habbits are really just as bad as my strange need for watches.

Well, the dial reminds me of that metallic blue spray paint my first bike got from my dad when I was five? Six years old? Not much of a reference for the rest of you, but blingy enough, but toned down enough to match any blue shirt or a five year old boy born in the muted 70-ies. A dial from 1980 if you ask me.

The end. Any recommendations for a silky smooth watch with a perfect comfortable bracelet … so I can continue the hunt?