Men hate Valentines Day. They know it is essentially our day and comes with a lot of expectations and this scares the ghost-shit out of them. We expect them to handle the sacred day the way we would, something planned a week in advance, a well written card, maybe a dinner reservation and some dark red roses, maybe flowers delivered to work. Point is, February 14th is an important day to most of us and most of us expect something handed to us on that DAY.
The truth is they have no idea the day even exists until we make a few hints and then they panic.
Case in point:
One year on Valentines Day I woke up to no card, no flowers not even any of those awful heart candies. As I handed Tim his card and beautifully wrapped gifts the look on his face would have sent shivers down the spine of Stephen King. He began to apologize and back peddle, I assured him that "it was fine" using my best soothing mature voice. Later I was standing at the sink doing dishes trying to tell myself Valentines is stupid anyway, when I started to cry. Tim dragged his eyes up from the Discovery Channel to ask me what was wrong, through blubbers and tears I said "well, you have never forgotten Valentines Day before and it just makes me so sad."
He suddenly left the house and returned bearing gifts of chocolates, flowers and a stuffed bear that sang. I thought I might feel guilty for making him feel bad.
No guilt whatsoever.