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How about it, guys? In almost every book I cry at some point. In fact, I used to have a whole book about songs that made me cry (it was lost in my purge :(  ).

However, there are certain male cries  that people seem okay with. Mainly, grief and joy. No big deal there.

I like to write about my crying that makes people really uncomfortable. When unfelt emotions just come pouring out at random times. Expressions of guilt, self-pity, regret, doubt, sorrow, etc. Here is an example from my memoir Unstoppable Erica:

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Wendy continued, "See? Right there, Ray. That's what I'm talking about. You get all down, out of nowhere."

If I tell anyone about Alice, then it's officially over. I'm not ready...

I blurted out suddenly, "Wendy, my life isn't going the way I wanted it to."

Impossibly, her huge blue eyes grew even bigger. "Oh. How did you want it to go?"

My head came to rest on the desk. "Different. I need to love... "

Shit, here it comes. No, not now. I can't do this here, in front of her...

I locked the desk drawer, stood up, then grabbed my coat. I only had a few seconds to leave before breaking down. "Bye, Wendy. I'll see you tomorrow night."

She look dismayed. "Do you want me to come over to your house after work? If you need to talk about it, or whatever."

Maybe some of the "whatever" would help...

My voice croaked, "Not tonight, Wendy, but tomorrow will be good."

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Somehow, I went the wrong direction, then Alice's apartment loomed two blocks away. I could have turned back at any time, but instead I parked at the end of her block. It was good a place as any for my pity party. Shutting off the modified 455 engine's soothing rumble signaled a flood of tears to pour down my face. Through the drizzled windshield, I could see the light on in Alice's shaded window, and wondered how she felt.

The right thing to do, would be to call her, or knock on her door, and explain everything to her. She probably wouldn't want to see me ever again, but it might bring her some closure.

I can't tell her...

Alice's smoldering beauty and my outsized attraction to her would make me do and say whatever I had to, just to make love to her again.

Am I that much of a coward? Of course I am. I'm toxic to women. I don't think I'll ever love one, or even treat her well. Maybe I should accept that I'm a cad, and not care about their feelings. It's not like anything would be different...

Alice, I'm so sorry. You should hate me. Please hate me. I need it...

Uncontrolled sobbing tore excruciating spasms through my back. I fully deserved and welcomed the pain. A feminine shadow passed by Alice's window, and even through my torment, a lustful memory sprung up.

She's almost certainly wearing nothing but panties. God, she's so hot, how can I stay away from her?

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In my twenties, those episodes would happen a few times a year, but I had one two years ago during an excellent performance review with my female boss! 😬😬😬🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️.

That one was likely a delayed response to my mother dying a few months prior, but I was completely incapacitated with bawling and unable to express what was wrong for ten minutes while she sat there confused and disturbed.

Gentlemen, your challenge is to make your male characters show vulnerability, even if alone, or just in their heads. 😢😢😢

Do it in real life at your own peril! 😹😹😹