With the possible exception of "Oh my God, my bum really does look big in this!" men cry for pretty much the same reasons as women. It tends to take slightly more than the drop of a hat for most men to do it in public, but we do it all the same. Some of us want you to think we don't cry. We also want you to think we're great drivers, fantastic lovers, incredible geniuses, superhumanly brave and utterly dependable. You don't believe any of that crap, so why do you believe we don't cry? ;)
well i was the midlle man in the wall for a free kick....the guy shot and misfired the ball straight at the wall...and straight at my bollocks....don't know if it was crying..but it bloody well brought tears to my eyes !!!
Mmmmmm good question
Yeah everyone crys at some stage, i for instance have had many a watery eye when watching all those sad ending films some of which have been listed about ET, Lord of the Rings etc and not to mention the slushy ones too..... thats what makes us all human i guess...... anyone that cant shed a tear is either an android or a walking zombie .....
Then again another thing that makes me shed a tear is when a woman thumps down on me gomads or on the odd occasion when i catch me willy or my pubics in the zipper.... OUCH!!!!
I cried at the birth of my 3rd child but not the other two .....don't ask me why I have no idea .
I cry at sad moments in films ...Patch Adams has me converting tissues back to pulp. I cry just as much at happy moments in films where justice prevails or the underdog wins against all the odds . ...but thats just cos I am an old cynic .
I cry at tragedy ...like Sept 11th, The day Diana died ..not for her but for all the happiness she brought to peoples lives that would no longer
The older I get the more I am likely to spontaneously shed a tear and the less control over it I have ....
being a man image preservation still controls my actions to some extent and I find myself doing some damned stupid things to cover up my temporary loss of control..
I think the same thing happens with incontinence later on in life :shock:
i cry daily for the girl that I love who wont have anything to do with me anymore and I dont know why
A great many things can make a human cry, it may be something very personal, it may be something that makes you very happy, it might even be music.
Wandering around the WWW the other day I came across this poem. Having read it, I would say it would have to be a hard hearted bastard who didn't have at least a lump in his throat after reading it. I don't know who the author is or was and although it may not be of Wordsworths or Brownings standard it is a puller of heartstrings.
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid,
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates,
of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seat.
One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
and looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far
You see he was a fireman
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that Heaven is never too far.
Harry0
AWW bluddy hell, I`m pouring and I NEVER cry at poetry!
I have no soul dammit!
Venusxxx
I find i cry more now than i ever did, certain films and even songs have me welling up.
Seem to always cry at the Olympics, usually for the ones who thought they had no chance then get a medal.
Not ashamed to shed a tear if watching a gooey film with my girlfriend.
Found myself really full on crying, the sobs and heaving breaths after the boxing day tsunami horror. I have been lucky enough to visit a lot of the places the waves hit which makes it seem closer and more comprehendable.
I have never cried once when i have read a poem and having just read that well i need some tissue's!
But as i am getting older i am starting to cry a lot more all for different reasons though.
Thanx for sharing that Harry
someone winning a gold medal allways seems to get to me
last time i cried was at xmas when i told my father - who had seperated from my mum many years ago when i was a kid that i didnt blame him and i loved him
and im a ex night club bouncer
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, :( (here I go again), England rugby losing (esp to France), MOT day, bank statements, having to work Boxing Day, the price of beer (and to a lesser extent , lager), my wife when she left and then again when she came back 
........you made me massacrer run sniffel
