There is no crying in baseball...

The coach was going to be a fun diversion for me. He is a teacher and baseball coach. We had a lot to talk about. He was interesting and funny over email and texting so I agreed to meet with him. He wanted to meet after a game at a nearby bar and have a few drinks. I had very little time to meet so he suggested a hotel parking lot near the bar. I pulled in and he was waiting. He came over and got into my tiny 2 door car. He was in my usual early 40s range and he was attractive. He was also still in his baseball gear. Very hot. He asked if I had met anyone else this way. I gave him the usual...no, of course not. Maybe once. He starts kissing me and touches my breast. "Are these real?" he asks. I start to laugh. Yes, I have never been asked that before and I find it a little flattering. He bends over and awkwardly begins to suck my nipple. I reach down and feel his hardness. He pulls himself out and I gasp a little. He is not as long as the Pornstar but he has the widest cock I have ever seen. I am uncertain I can get mouth around it. Wow. I bend over the gearshift and start to suck him. It is uncomfortable to say the least. He is stretching my jaw to it's limit and while the gearshift is poking my rib cage he is pinching the hell out of my nipple. It hurts a lot. I have to mostly suck the tip and jerk him with my hand because his dick is just insane. He cums rather easily to my relief and then tells me not to touch him anymore. He gathers himself together and begins to sniffle. Wait, what? Are you crying? WTF? He tells me he always feels guilty after he cheats and he wishes he didn't. Wow. Alright then. He asks me if I feel guilty. I fight the urge to giggle as I tell him , "no, not really." he leaves my car and thanks me. I have a wicked bruise on my nipple. He texts me the next day to let me know that his "uncle" is sick and he will be gone for a few weeks. I get it. He actually contacted me a few times afterward to hook up again but the crying was too much. I have enough to think about without someone crying all over me. Why can't I find a nice normal regular hook-up?