The Crier

While I was hanging out with the Half Crazy, I also started talking to a new guy, He seemed very normal and down to earth. We talked for several weeks and things were going good over the emails and text messages. After I ended it with the Half Crazy, I met this guy.

The first time that we hung out, it was at this house and we watched a movie. I felt like I was back in high school as we sat on the opposite sides of the couch and did not touch. We slowly inched our way to each other, When the movie was over, we were actually touching and holding hands. It was very sweet. We were talking and getting to know each other. That is when he decided to tell me his life story. No joke, his life story. He started when he was younger and was in elementary school. He used to get into trouble a lot, and went all the way up to his last relationship, He told me that in order for me to understand him, that I needed to know what he had been through in his lifetime. I listened patiently, and that is when he started to cry. It was very strange for me to see a grown man cry on the first “date” when I am sure I can count on one hand how many times I have seen all the men in my life cry including my brother and father.


I decided that I would give him a this guy a shot. I have never had a sensitive guy before, and it might be a nice change. One day, without me prior knowing, he sent me a picture of his manhood. And upon reviewing it, I noticed that his cat was in the background. Which that in itself was weird to me. Who takes a picture of their private parts and sends it to someone that they hardly know, but to take the picture with your pet in the background is even funnier.

Then one day he called me, and he had a friend die in Iraq. I admit, this is very hard news. I told him that I would hang out with him as he wanted to go get drunk. I wanted to make sure that he was going to be ok. When I showed up, he was already drunk. There were moments of tears, moments of laughter, moments of drunken silliness, and then more moments of tears. We did have a good time, but started to notice that he was more emotionally needy then I was afraid I was going to be able to deal with.  I wanted someone to pull my hair, not cry after sex.  Although, we never had sex, the thought that I was going to have to comfort him after sex was starting to creep in my head. 

Over the next week, his attitude slowly went down, and he got more and more depressed. I hung out with him one more time, and we talked about his past again. He informed me that he had withheld a few details in his story. He let me know his complete story. I admit again, that his story was very horrific, but he was crying again on me with no alcohol. At this moment, I realized that I cannot date a nice guy. I still talk to him as a friend, and he stills tries to flirt with me.

New rule: Nice guys do finish last.