"6" foot something, undone puff puff and him.

So,... There he was pressing his palm against his cheek. With eyes red like someone that just took oshogbo weed. He just got slapped, but this is not just your everyday slap. You know that slap, the type of slap that comes out of a thick labourer's palm. Yes that's the the type of slap he got, that kept his ears ringing.
And what was his crime?  He had flirted with the man's girlfriend. And the man happened to be muscular and six foot something. In short he looks like a club bouncer.
His friend had told him,  he has bad taste in women but he never took them serious until now that his cheek burns and he could do nothing but walk away. 
As he walks away from the scene, he couldn't help but think of what attracted him to the lady. The lady looks like an undone puff puff. Perhaps it's his bad taste in women, he's happy his friend is not present or he would have given him the "I told you so" eyes.
"Hold the tears, don't cry". A voice warned in his head.
"Just cry and ease your heavy heart of it's burden" Another voice encouraged as he continues walking.
"You are a man for Godsake you'll look ridiculous crying" The voice continued.
But the last warning sound too far in his head for him to hear. As he took the advice lf the latter to ease the heart's burden. He cried.
Yes he cried, And it was the wailing woman type of cry.