Btw, what you described with your wife is a detail I've often noticed. The more stifled her sobs sounded, the harder they often felt. Silent sobs often feel the sexiest.

The girl I was with during the latter part of my time in college was probably the teariest cryer I've yet encountered. She was also a significant lip curler, looking back on it, but that's a subject for another time.

After any crying session, wherever she had her face against me, shoulder, chest, whatever, would be soaking wet with tears. I remember one occasion where she had an emotional breakdown and cried in my arms for about half an hour, I could literally feel her tears falling on the left shoulder of my shirt like raindrops. Afterwards, it looked like someone had poured a glass of water over me.

I pointed it out to her afterwards, "look, you soaked me." She giggled about it.

How many of you have encountered a really wet cryer? Did you get the opportunity to let them unleash a downpour on you?

Not sure if this fits better here or in the video discussion, but how many people have found videos of people crying during tattoos attractive? I sometimes will look them up on Youtube, and find myself turned on by the crying, and the moaning and squirming in pain, and the fantasy of consoling them afterwards. 

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You know, I went to a high school for boys. I'm going to regret this for my entire life, because I know that in a mixed school I'd get an asston of crying observations from the girls.

Such a missed opportunity. And to think I was excited about going to a boys only school at eleven...

Interesting thing to be deprived of. I remember other incidents, some more powerful than others. I once developed a helluva crush on a close friend just from getting to watch her cry.

I've got a long night ahead, and all the talk on here has stirred the thought pot. So, I thought I'd share sundry old observations, ones that were too small or brief to really merit entire threads of their own, but which were significant enough to remain in the back of my mind. Some older ones first.

1. This happened senior year of high school. I don't even remember the girl's name, but she sat next to me for a while. She was on the tall side, thin, with reddish brown hair and grey eyes. It was in health class. She was always pretty quiet and had a gloomy air about her. Some assignment that the teacher gave must have struck a nerve, because her head dropped and she looked down at the floor, her face tight with emotional pain. I remember her lips drawn back, thin and clenched, but I don't know if I would call them curled. Her mouth was about all I could see of her face under her drooping bangs. The teacher came over to consult with her and they whispered a few things back and forth which I couldn't make out. The most significant thing I remember was how her eyes were hidden from my view, but I saw one single clear tear drop from its inseen source and land on her thigh where it made a tiny dark wet spot on her blue jeans. She and the teacher apparently came to an agreement because he walked away and she composed herself, having cried exactly one tear.

2. At the end of eighth grade, I did eventually get a chance to comfort my friend Patricia, who I mentioned in another thread. I was walking down a hall after classes when I spotted her on top of a staircase, talking to someone with her eyes wet. We made eye contact and I kept walking out the front door, where I sat on a stone step to wait for her. Another friend happened by (also a girl) and she sat near me. When Patricia came out, we asked her what was wrong and she came over to sit between us. Long story short, personal and home issues had gotten to her and the two of us shared a comforting moment, with me on her