[Guy has nothing against women. Really! He likes them just fine! It's when they get too close. When they appear out of nowhere and try to corner him - well. You can understand why he'd get a little anxious. "A little" referring to clammy palms, tremors, and difficulty catching his breath.]
[So when a foreign tradition known as Valentine's Day was cheerfully bestowed upon the populace, Guy's survival instincts went into overdrive. It's not that he wants to upset them... It just seems better to keep a low profile until this all boils over. After all, wouldn't it be even more hurtful to cower away from their well-meaning offerings of chocolate than to simply not be around? It's still pathetic, he knows, but there's just no helping it.]
[His plan might have worked out all right, too. Except that a guy's still got to eat. Which is why he happens to be crab-walking along a wall, attempting to stay out of sight from an energetic group of maids while simultaneously trying not to drop his groceries.]
[So when a foreign tradition known as Valentine's Day was cheerfully bestowed upon the populace, Guy's survival instincts went into overdrive. It's not that he wants to upset them... It just seems better to keep a low profile until this all boils over. After all, wouldn't it be even more hurtful to cower away from their well-meaning offerings of chocolate than to simply not be around? It's still pathetic, he knows, but there's just no helping it.]
[His plan might have worked out all right, too. Except that a guy's still got to eat. Which is why he happens to be crab-walking along a wall, attempting to stay out of sight from an energetic group of maids while simultaneously trying not to drop his groceries.]