I know that you're joking, but a part of me is screaming at me to call the police because I've suspected this scenario all along.A site to buy men? To hunt on my private island? It's about time...
Whenever I'm hunting "the most dangerous game", I like being equipped by the gents at Timefactors.com, British purveyors of decent-quality/decent-price homages to legendary (or not) watches from a bygone era (or the Thatcher administration). Nothing makes me feel more like a gentleman than noting the time on my Smiths Everest right before I slay the last poor bugger to be marooned on my tropical isle.
Back at the lodge, I enjoy sipping cognac by the fire and admiring the heads above the mantle. I find the orange second hand on my Obris Morgan Branco really catches the firelight just so. If perchance my unwitting prey was accompanied by a wife or girlfriend, I'll switch to a Christopher Ward Malvern when I dress for dinner. A special occasion with a terrified lady calls for a special watch, I always say.
Can't wait to see the site!