My first watch was a Timex and I loved it. It was stolen from my apartment when I was a sophomore at college back in 1971-72. I thought of going to local pawn shops looking for it because I could remember the number stamped on the back (which I figured was some sort of serial number for watches like cars had) and hoped to find it. Anyway, some thirty years later I was telling the story to my husband who has a horological hobby. I recited the number from memory, he thumbed through his watch catalog and showed me a picture of my beloved watch. I still miss it.
Hubby didn’t buy one for you? Tsk, tsk.