A Tale of Watches, Whimsy, and Wedded Wonder

The Genesis of a Hobby: Introducing Watches to a Man of Extremes

My connection to my husband's fascination with timepieces often mirrors various facets of our shared life. It's a familiar pattern: I suggest an activity I believe we'll both enjoy—or perhaps one I anticipate will benefit me—only to inadvertently ignite a passion in him that proves all-consuming. He operates without moderation, either completely disengaged or fully immersed. I genuinely admire this quality; his zest for life is contagious to everyone around him. However, it sometimes feels as though I'm Sylvester the Cat perpetually pursuing Speedy Gonzales.

The Fateful Disappearance of the TAG Heuer: An Early Warning Sign

When we first crossed paths, he found my profession, writing about the intricate world of luxury watches, quite charming. Yet, he himself didn't wear one. His explanation should have been my initial clue. Early in our relationship, he mentioned owning a TAG Heuer, a high school graduation gift from his parents. It accompanied him to Boston during his university years at Berklee College of Music, where he resided in a house he and his friends jovially called the Rage Cage. Unsurprisingly, it vanished during one of their boisterous gatherings.

The Apple Watch Era: A Catalyst for Anxiety and Its Unconventional Demise

Despite those wilder days being seemingly behind him, I wasn't eager to encourage another acquisition of a mechanical timepiece. For much of our initial courtship, he sported an Apple Watch, which seemed perfectly manageable. This period also coincided with the pandemic, which, for us, accelerated our relationship. Covid struck merely three months after we started dating, and before either of us could fully comprehend the situation, we were cohabiting.

Disrupted by this unexpected turn in our lives, he began to voice concerns about his sleep quality. I suggested he monitor his sleep patterns by wearing the watch to bed. In retrospect, this was a grave error. He became consumed by the sleep app's data, meticulously analyzing each night's results. I started to question if he would even feel fatigued had the app not informed him of his disturbed sleep. The watch wasn't measuring anxiety; it was generating it. This small device began to haunt me. Fortuitously, amidst the repetitive monotony of Covid, he lost the watch during an ill-advised dive from a dock into a lake. I was secretly delighted.

The Patek Philippe Wedding Gift: A Carefully Guarded Treasure

Fast forward to 2021, as we prepared for our wedding day. For better or for worse, as the saying goes! Despite my reservations, I purchased a vintage Patek Philippe Calatrava Ref. 5022G as a wedding gift, fortunately acquiring it at an excellent price from Eric Wind of Wind Vintage. He proudly wore it down the aisle, but anticipating potential mishaps, I promptly secured it in our safe. The silver lining? He still possesses it.

The Ill-Fated Rolex Anniversary Gift: A Disappearance Act

As our first wedding anniversary approached, I found myself at a watch fair in New York. Across the room, I spotted Eric Wind, surrounded by a throng of collectors. I approached him to see his latest offerings. He presented a rare vintage Rolex Oyster Ref. 6424 from the 1950s, fitted with a leather strap and appearing to be reasonably priced. It was appealing, though not a Patek. In another moment of impulsivity, I decided to purchase it as an anniversary gift for my husband, rationalizing that this was a watch he could actually wear without my constant vigilance.

I presented it to him that evening at his mother's residence in Connecticut. He was overjoyed. But only for a single day.

The Confession and the Search: A Wife's Sigh of Relief

Joy quickly gave way to disarray. Close to midnight the following day, I was engrossed in a book when my husband entered the room and quietly sat beside me. I immediately sensed something was amiss. He wore the expression of a man on the verge of confessing a major transgression. "I've lost the watch," he declared solemnly. "I feel awful." I merely exhaled—not due to composure, but because the alternatives were screaming or hyperventilating. Privately, I felt a sense of relief that I wasn't the one who had misplaced it. I am not immune to losing small valuables; this time, my own imperfections were overshadowed.

The Unprecedented Loss: A First for Wind Vintage

In the subsequent days, he contacted the M.T.A., had his mother meticulously search her trash and turn her house upside down, and scoured every corner of our apartment. Mortified, I resigned myself to contacting Eric to request a copy of the paperwork so we could file a police report. I am quite certain we are the first clients in Wind Vintage's history to purchase and lose a watch within a 24-hour window.

Collective Anguish: A Rolex-Induced Insomnia

Eric was understandably taken aback. He followed up later that week: "Did it turn up? I'm sick to my stomach about it." This sentiment was undoubtedly shared by all parties involved. At that point, at least four individuals were losing sleep over a single Rolex.

The Grand Reappearance: A Humorous and Unexpected Revelation

Three agonizing months later, the watch resurfaced as dramatically as it had vanished. It made a spectacular reentrance into our lives, rocketing out of my husband's squash shoe like a projectile. When I informed him I was documenting this story, he chuckled, recalling the Rolex's rather unglamorous reappearance. "I was being fitted for orthotics, and it flew out of my shoe across the room and hit the floor!" he exclaimed. I doubt this is the kind of client experience Rolex envisions in its advertisements.

The Unraveling Mystery: Shared Responsibility and Enduring Affection

As is often the case in matrimony, rarely is there only one culpable party. Astonishingly, we both overlooked the fact that we had agreed he would store the watch inside his sneaker within his gym bag. He played weekly, so he suggested keeping it there, believing he wouldn't misplace it. Inexplicably, I consented to this. (I know, I should probably be institutionalized.) However, why he didn't retrieve the shoes for approximately 90 days afterward remains a bit of a mystery to both of us.

A Legacy of Watches and Lasting Love: The Future of Our Collection

Should this Rolex ever find its way into the hands of our future offspring, they will know it endured marriage, panic, an M.T.A. investigation, and three months inside a squash shoe. Whether I will ever purchase another watch for my husband, however, remains a very much open question.

As it turns out, I haven't needed to. During a winter escape to Aspen, while I was struggling halfway down Ajax, he called to inform me he had just acquired not one, but two watches from Oliver Smith at the base of the mountain.

The good news and the bad news? I believe we are committed to both marriage and watch collecting for the long haul.