I have a thing for heavy metal watches on mens’ wrists, watches that make a strong, definitive sound when released and taken off and set on the bedside table.
That turns me on.
That clinking sound, of the watch settling. It’s Pavlovian. It triggers an association. It means the man is unfettered, leaving civilization and decorum behind. Timeless, boundless.
A leather band, no matter how elegant, has no effect. In fact, it has a deflating effect. It’s like a sigh.
No, it’s the metal. And the heaviness. The links. The solidity. The substantiality. The full polished links, the hairs curling through. The fight between animal and human nature. Yes.