Is there anybody there? Sorry to bother you. I've got to confess.
First thing first: I'm not a diver, I'm even water phobic when there's more than a bath tub --I don't even drown my pastis or raki withit--. So what?
Anyway, who the hell would dive with a chest or a Sd.Kfz. 171 aka Panther on his arm? Such a fool has a single ticket to the bottom.
That's the point: I DON'T CARE.
Seriously, when I first saw this Seiko... not love at first sight but something very carnal instead. There are many nice rounded as cushion watches 100m Seiko, Omega Seamasters or Planet Ocean, some Rolex.
That's the second point: they are all the same (please, don't smash in the face...).
But, waow, it's 43x14mm! I'm tall and (very) thin. My wrists are like Jonah Lomu's fingers... drop it, boy, I said.
It's like, you know, with the pretty gal in the neighborhood you don't even dare to look at, thinking this one is not for you... you're not the one, forget it! Stick your head in ashes... And someday, she turns and ask for a light or if you can help her finding her missing cat. Who? Me? Heeer... Yes, m'am!
What ever... you are all thinking: this guy is nuts, nevrotic. Pathetic.
Might be. So what?
Last week I'was browsing in Harold's gallery... the man Yobokies who mods watches somewhere in Hong-Kong.
She looked at me and winked at me. I thought: "Nah, it's not your day, it's just a picture, she'll vanish when you'll get closer to touch her... Pfffit! Sucker!" Harold told me: "Didier, she's real, she's here waiting for you."
So, here she came.
... she got naked.
When we'll have a hug, she'll break me. She's built like a East-German swimmer... argh, dying in her arms!
Red nail varnish...
I kneeled, kissed her feet... wrapped them in rhino zulu...
Make my day, she said.