So guys, I've finally pulled the trigger on a watch I absolutely love. It's got an out there design--very unconventional. It's not going to be for everyone, but I've been smitten with it since the day I saw it. I tried one on two years ago at Tourneau in New York, and over and over, kept saying to myself "Someday, Raza. Someday. And then you're going to have to figure out how to read it." (it's triangular).
So I did it. I bought it. Called my AD, we agreed on a price over the phone and he got it from his distributor after I made a deposit. I'm going to go pick it up tomorrow. Finally, I'm buying a Hamilton Ventura XXL black. Here is a borrowed photo for reference, if you don't know what it looks like:
Why am I sad then? Because I'll never get to wear it. I bought it for my brother.
(Would I be absolutely horrible if I bought one for myself later?)