Ok, this is me wibbling coming back from the pub after getting a skinfull.
Don't worry, I'm not about to do a Gran and delete all my posts, but ... where was I?
Yes, pub. Friend's leaving do. There I am, breaking in my Seiko non-rep, as one does, and the guy that's leaving mentions he heard I like watches and he says the kind of stuff he likes, like his missus bought him a Guess recently that's nice. I was polite as he likes it and to me that matters a lot.
Then he mentions he heard I have a lot of watches and I mention they're mostly reps and he goes on about watches he likes saying he wants a Breitling and that he heard I have GOOD reps. needless to say, a good discussion about watches ensued and he mentions a three letter company he'd never heard of that he saw nice ones of. I said "IWC?" and his eyes lit up.
The end of the conversation was a slightly over-eager "Send me photos" and we'll have another rephound in no time.
This on top of Mrs Pugwash commenting on how she's spotting watches and how it's the thing men get into when they hit thirty-something makes me think our hobby is normal.
Men hit a certain age, can't buy jewellery and discover watches. It's what we do. It's too common.