Boo, hoo, hoo!!

I met my friend David* for lunch today. We met at the tube station and walked arm-in-arm to Pizza Express to stuff our faces and catch up.

When we sat down, David paused, looked at me and then started crying. At first I thought he was joking but as the crying continued, I reached out across the table and touched the back of his hand and said David, what's the matter? He then got a tissue out of his jacket pocket, blew his nose and wiped his eyes and said sorry, I keep doing that. I said keep doing what, bursting into tears? He said yes. So I asked him what was making him cry like that and he started crying all over again.

I looked around me this time, expecting to see a camera crew or some kind of sign that this wasn't for real. I then said David, what the hell's the matter with you? He said he didn't know.

In fact, for two hours we sat there chatting about life and everything and this man burst into tears three more times and at the end of our session, I still didn't have a clue why this man kept crying. He said he's not unhappy. Nothing strange has happened lately. He's not over the moon about anything so it's not tears of joy.

David said he can't visit the doctor; what's he going to say? But he said if it continues, he's going to have to see a behavioural therapist or something because he's beginning to question is sanity. He said he's cried more in the last two weeks than he did when he was a baby.

I have never, ever come across anything like this in my life. NEVER!! I'm quite speechless in fact. Puzzled and speechless.

*David is so not his real name!!