Diamonds, Caviar and Thugs: Manless Swiss Army Watches

Swiss Army Alliance Watch - Silver White Dial - Stainless Bracelet - Small Size

I have a Swiss Army watch. How I came about it is funny. Well, maybe not. It probably really is sad. I grew up with parents that always said plan for the future, save for the future, so I did a lot of that and still do. I was working at my local mall about 4 years ago and this watch was a return at our store. Originally the watch cost $360. FYI: Mine was slightly different from this one. It has a Mickey Mouse head at the top. We sold a few Disney watches with all the other things we sold. We sold a collection of Swiss Army watches.

Well, this one was returned by a man who was given the watch by his wife. It was nice! I credited his credit card the $360. I put the watch aside for me because it was during a special time for employees...we were allowed to buy things at 50% instead of the usual 25%. Plus! And the was the best, I had won a 25% off coupon for winning a sales contest so I had that on top of the 50%. I was buying that mans watch because it was a deal. AND, it was an investment. I was buying it for a man that I hoped to have as my own. That would be a nice gift for him. What man would not want a Swiss Army watch given to him by his woman?

Did I have a man? Did I have a date? Did I even have a prospect? Hell to the no! I had not had a date in 3 years. I had hope. Hope that someone would look my way and find me interesting. I bought that watch and put in the closet for a rainy day. After about a year, I took it out and looked at it. Still no man. Can a watch go into your hope chest? Christmas was coming, now a year later. Should I give it to my father, brother? No. My father most likely would not wear it. He likes the LED watches. It is easier on his eyes. My brother always had watches given to him from his fiance every 2 years or so. He had a collection. My manless watch went back into the closet. It was a beautiful watch and there it sat in the closet, in the dark in the booth, in the back. (That sounds like Flip Wilson, doesn't it?)

Well. 2 years passed and that watch still was manless in the closet. Finally after the third year of being in the closet, I took it out again and looked at it. Wishful thinking. Wishful thinking that I would have a man to give that watch to as a gift. I put it on. It was big. The face was large. It was a man's watch afterall. I took out 2 links. It could now fit my wrist. Hell, I would wear the damned thing. So I did. On my casual days, out comes the swiss army watch. I get lots of compliments on it. I still have no man, but I got a watch.