There are few things in the world that make me feel more clueless than a woman's tears. I know that I am supposed to do something comforting and then go slay whatever dragon caused the crying fit, but it has been my experience, in my limited dealings with women, the tears never come when they should, and they are never about what you might think, and consequently you are reduced to truly stupid options like patting her head and saying, "There there," in the hopes that at some point she will let you in on what the display is actually about.
Listen, let me make this as clear as the clear glass bottom of a just-Windexed, and thus as clear as clear can get, glass-bottomed boat: The majority of men are cowards. They're afraid to admit that they don't know their way around women.
Movies: The Fifth Element, True Romance, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, The Dark Knight, The Avengers, Iron Man 2, Fanboys, Clerks, Pleasantville, Escape From New York, They Live, Mystery Science Theatre 3000, Robocop, Evil Dead 2.
Music: Good music. (Fun Fact: Not Country)
Food: My diet could be described as "unchaperoned child at a birthday party."