Wednesday, October 07, 2015



I am always curious about men’s bracelet. Those that looked like some twirled or wrapped or rolled string of leather, rattan, or hemp. The stash could be adorned with some silver beads or any other charms to make it look both nifty and ragged. What function does it serve besides as an adornment? Sometimes I think maybe it would accentuate muscles around the arms or focusing people’s eyes to the hands’ part. I bought one for an ex-boyfriend as a birthday present. That ex was an accessories aficionado. When we were dating he used to wear four rings in one hand. He had two. So, it was at least eight rings. I am not kidding. Now we know why we broke up, don’t we. Less than a week after it was official, I successfully (made him) pull those rings out into a safe, dark place, and they had never emerged ever since (rings or kiss!). After the rings were gone, I started to see hemp ankle bracelet that looked very hippie and casual, like the things you got from a stranger in a backpacking trip. You know, they would look at you, make you feel special, read through you, and tie up their craft to your body parts and it is impossible to unwrap it because they make it to “Fit” you. Even showers do not weary them. Scissors do. But, who have the heart to cut an ornament given by a stranger? Neither did that ex. He said, he would only cut it after he got married or meet the right girl. Ha! Could you imagine how challenged I was with that term? Therefore, I bought him the sleek bracelet to sway his mind off that ankle bracelet and maybe I could cut it off when he was off-guards. Just kidding! Not. Anyway. Since then I know guys (at least those I am attracted to) wear bracelets because it tells stories, their bodies are their portable museums. Some got it in India, some in Kalimantan. One got it from his sister. He was from a port city in Southern Europe and clearly, sail clubs are just like the neighborhood’s skateboarding club. I may be wrong! But, sailing was his hobby. He was going to make an anchor tattoo on her arm while instead his sister advised him not to. She replaced the thought of ink with literally a long black skinny leather string with a small, silver anchor head. It was to be rolled around and hooked with anchor head as the finishing. He showed me how it was done, unwrapped and wrapped it again. The anchor, he said, is sometimes problematic since it could hook into passerby’s coats or shirts accidentally. Tattoo is safer, he said. He wore the leather on his right hand. That night I drew an anchor on his left inner forearm and he drew a donkey on mine (another story on the donkey). Looking at my accessories-less everyday getups, I quite appreciate guys who wear those other than a watch. Because it opens up stories and, “hmmm nice watch!” sounds like appreciating the price rather than the watch. Although I also like men’s watches! 

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