What to Do When Girls Cry

12/12/2020

The art of handling a crying female is similar to disarming a grenade with a pulled pin.

Most men totally wig out when they see it happen.

Run, hide and take cover.

I mean.. just check out these three real responses from men when asked what to do when they see their girls cry:

1. “When I was younger, if a woman cried around me I just panicked. But that’s changed with time. Nowadays I try to give her space and wait until she can articulate something concrete.”
   

2. “Assuming there’s nothing obviously wrong, and depending on my level of exhaustion, it’s either ‘how can I fix her problem’ or ‘Oh God, what is it this time, and how long will it take to get through this episode?”
   

3. “For me, it ranges from indifference to joy. I don’t care at all if the girl is ugly. I just carry on about my day. But it’s sooo amusing to see a beautiful woman break down in tears. When a beautiful woman cries in front of me, I don’t give any help at all. That way I can watch and enjoy the show.”

As a girl, my entire life I’ve been trained to hold my tears. Men don’t want to see it.

But I’m so grateful that you’re not most men.

I’m so grateful you give me a space where I’m allowed and encouraged to feel exactly what I feel without the fear of freaking you out.

But to go a step further than that; not only do you make me feel like I can feel those things, you genuinely react better than I could ever advise you to solely on intuition.

I’ve said before that you speak LJ more eloquently than I do myself.

Remember the day my boss dropped off those plane tickets to my house? We had been rustling around the sheets drinking in as much of each other as we could hold. Clothes on the floor, hair a tussled mess interrupted by an unexpected doorbell.

My hormones were high on you and when I added the emotions associated with a workplace that cares to know me well enough to buy me a plane ticket, I cried. The next day I wrote:

“Sitting on my floor crying to look up and see you laying on my bed, also crying, with your hands stretched out ready to grab mine is the best form of ‘being there’ anyone has ever given me.”

I’ll always remember how my heart swelled up when I looked up to see you watching me. There was so much empathy in your eyes that they had tears in them to match mine. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone in my life.

We laid in bed crying and kissing until the tears eventually turned off—and it was exactly what I needed.

You continue to show up for me in ways I wouldn’t even know how to recommend.

I only hope I can do the same for you.