I think you’re confusing “getting turned on” and “freezing like a deer in headlights.” That thing where we stop whatever we were doing, awkwardly hug you and say “oh…oh no” is an instinctive reaction that is about as far from sex as you can get without a Burka and a priest’s collar.
See, as big manly killin’ machines, tears are foreign to us. When you cry, we have no option but to ride it out. Even–no, ESPECIALLY–in the middle of a fight, your tears are like a tranq dart right to the part of our brain that tells us spitting and swear words are cool.
It’s like the nuclear warhead of stuff girls can do. From the surliest cop to the most effeminate (but still totally hardcore) relationship advice blogger, lady tears will stop most any guy in his tracks. Not that I’m encouraging you to take advantage of this fact for your own private gain.
Maybe there’s a guy out there for whom a damsel in obvious distress is a turn on, but I’d expect that guy to have some baggage you may not want to deal with down the line. In general, if your guy can provide a shoulder to cry on and refrain from “trying to fix it,” consider yourself lucky.