They say upon first meeting, a woman notices a man’s shoes and his watch. On the former, I’m in agreement. If I see a guy sporting square toes or dad sneakers, I’m outta there. On the latter, not so much. That’s because, for the most part, women don’t care about your watch.
Nope, not even a little. Would I prefer it not feature Mickey Mouse on the face, with his hands ticking away the minutes and hours? Sure. But beyond that, I really don’t notice your style of keeping time.
I’ve been chided by wristwear connoisseurs before for praising watches that are less than stellar. They get all up in arms (wrists?) about the dial on this one, the bezel on that one. That’s fine by me.
I don’t claim to be an expert in men’s watches. I just know what, as a woman, I like to see guys wearing. I want to see you in slim suits. I want to see you in chukka boots. I want to see you tuck your shirt into your pants every now and then.
What I don’t want? I don’t want to see you wearing a watch that costs more than my rent on your wrist. And if it does cost that much (or more), I don’t really want to know about it.
Here’s the thing, guys: Do you know who cares about the kind of watch you wear? Other men who obsess about watches and women who can mentally calculate your discretionary income before you’ve even introduced yourself. Those women scare me. They should scare you too.
I’m not saying you should go out and buy a cheap decoy timepiece to ward off gold-diggers, but an expensive watch is not going to win over “nice” girls any more than bragging about an exotic vacation, or your glamorous beach house.
Now, I recognize that some of you guys appreciate a beautiful watch the same way you do an amazing car or a really smooth scotch. But guess what else I don’t care about? Cars and scotch.
If you want to geek out over your wristwear, do it at poker night with your buddies. But don’t expect me to be interested. And if you meet a woman who can name the make and model of your watch before you can ask her name, watch out.