So, I had an interesting experience the other weekend with my bf.  Unfortunately, no actual crying occurred, but it was still emotional and brings up a few interesting conversation topics.

He and I spent the whole day together visiting my family, and then had a long adventure home.  He stayed over and we ended up staying up in bed talking pretty much all night.  He was in a singularly amazing mood while we lay there, at one point during the night telling me I had actually made him giddy.  Anyway, late into the night, I started getting a gnawing anxiety in the pit of my stomach for no apparent reason.  Now don't make fun of me, but I believe in spirits and have had some experiences with them, so I thought perhaps that a bad spirit was around causing the feeling.  This didn't make much sense to me, since my house is usually filled with positive energy, but I couldn't think of another way to explain it.  Regardless, I didn't want to feed the negativity, and I really didn't want to bring down my bf, since he rarely gets to be truly happy, so I tried to ignore it.  It only got worse, but I didn't let on to the bf that I was at all freaked out.  After a while though, he admitted to feeling incredibly anxious himself.  Surprised, I told him about my feelings, and we both freaked out a bit and turned on the light before laying back down to talk through what had happened.  It turns out he had slightly overdosed on caffeine (don't worry, it wasn't a dangerous amount, just more than what his body is used to) and was having a mild panic attack because of it.  What confused me was that there was no explanation for my anxiety.  He figured I got it from him, but I had absolutely no idea that he had started to feel bad until he told me.  The only explanation we could come to was that we're actually so in synch that I picked up on his feelings without even being consciously aware of them, which is pretty amazing and kind of awesome to me.

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I'm pretty sure I've had it in some form or another since I was born.  My family sometimes jokes because, apparently, as a kid I used to run to the mirror and watch myself if I started crying.  When I got to be older (4 or 5, maybe?) I had stopped doing that (I don't really have any interest in self-obs, I think that was just my only way to get exposure to crying at that age).  Instead, I would find myself attracted to any tv show or movie with crying in it because of the warmness and the funny feeling it gave me in my stomach.  I started recycling these scenes in my head with me as the comforter, and would sometimes make others up.  Of course, they made no sense at the time, since I was 5 and the people in these scenes rarely ever were, but I never cared.  It wasn't until I got to high school that I started exploring the idea that it was an actual fetish with sexual attraction involved.  The sexual side of it still isn't as strong for me as the simple joy of the intimacy of comforting someone, but it does exist.

I've never told anybody outside of the people on this forum about it, and the only person I ever would tell would be my bf.  I'm not in any hurry for him to know, though.  I'm sort of of the mind that I won't volunteer the information, but I won't hide it if he asks, either, so it's basically waiting in secret until he decides to ask if I have any fetishes or deep dark secrets I've never told him.  To be honest, I'm really afraid of that day, because I have no idea how he's take it, but I love him too much to lie to him about it if he really wants to know.

I know it's dangerous, and I'll take good care of him, don't you worry. ^_^

He just got that drunk because he's in his twenties and stupid about alcohol lol.  I was kind of scared for him, but a lot of my friends drink like that so I'd seen it before and I knew he was going to be okay.  I would have taken him straight to the hospital if he had given me reason to believe otherwise (I don't drink at all).  Honestly, the sign of emotional tears was all I really liked, tear-wise; the others were kind of nice in helping to give me an image of what he looks like when he cries for real, but they themselves weren't much of a turn-on.  The only thing I liked about him being sick was being able to hold and comfort him and take care of him.  It was kind of therapeudic for me because I've been having some issues dealing with the fact that I wasn't really around to help him through some really bad stuff, and it felt good to be able to get him through something, even if it was just a night of throwing up after drinking.

Well, I still haven't had a full-out crying obs of my boyfriend, yet, but I came closer than ever this past weekend.

The two of us were at a party, and he was a little drunk (but still all there).  We were sitting on a bench together and all of the sudden he started cuddling me and talking to me about some things that we've been needing to talk about for a while now.  After a bit of that, he went to put a shirt (he had multiple) in his car and asked me to come with him.  We ended up sitting down on his back bumper, and he started getting into some more personal issues he hadn't wanted to bring up with our friends around.  We were sitting right up against each other with all four of our hands clasped together, and I think our heads were together.  I know I couldn't see his face, but his head was facing downward and I could see his glasses out of the corner of my eye.  While he talked, I heard his voice grow emotional, and I thought I saw something (tears?) fall into his glasses, but I couldn't be sure.  By the time we returned to the party, he was obviously fine, but before we separated in the crowd, he leaned over and kissed my cheek, and I noticed afterward that my face was wet where his glasses has bumped me.  

He ended up getting drunker as the party went on and got really sick by the end of it.  I've never drank or seen someone quite as sick as he was that night, so this might be usual, but I noticed that he was also shedding tears then.  After he threw up the first time, he sat back, unconscious, and I could see a tear streak running down from the corner of his eye.  Once I got him fully awake, he left his head hanging over the bowl I had for him, and I could see tears falling directly from his eyes and sometimes dangling from the tip of his nose.  The presence of puke made it a little harder to enjoy this part, but it was still nice because I was the primary one to take care of him and I got to help him out and hold him all night long.