A Valentine's Day that Maybe Won't Eat it

Let's back up to Thursday night and recall the following texts from Afro:
"I can't wait to see you tonight" 6:50PM
"I'm leaving work now so I'll let you know when I'm leaving my place" 10:45PM
"My buddy stopped by work and held us up so I swear I'm leaving now" 11:20PM
Now picture me replying back to each text with an "Ok, great" although half assuming that he won't show. Now picture me over-tired and now wide awake at 2AM watching Mitch Hedberg on Comedy Central because I stayed up and pushed past the 'must sleeeeeep' phase, laughing my head off and cursing Afro for disappearing again.

After confering with Ashley Friday morning about the situation, she urged me to do one of two things -
1. Ignore him. Pretend he doesn't exist, disregard any text messages or phone calls, dismiss him as a person entirely until it kills him.
2. Tell him exactly what's on my mind. Not the watered down "it would've been nice of you to call me, but I understand" version, but the "you're an asshole, you really don't give a shit about anyone but yourself" one.

And of course I chose the second option.
My text message to him Friday morning consisted of me telling him that he's selfish, how I was pissed off, how if he can't even extend me the courtesy of breaking plans rather than just not show up then he doesn't give a shit, etc. He responded back that he was sorry and even admitted to sounding like a 'broken record', but I just told him I really didn't care anymore. I didn't talk to him from Friday until last night, where he told me that he wanted to show me that he's sorry, etc. I half-heartedly told him "fine, whatever" and expected not to see him last night.

He showed up. While I'm still keeping my emotions a good arm's distance away, he was the one who broke down his own emotional wall. He told me that he knows he was acting flaky and said that he was doing it without regard because I would typically welcome him back it. He said that the texts I had sent him Friday morning explaining that I was done with him and how he needs to grow a pair made him realize what he was doing and how it was affecting me, and that he didn't want to do that to me anymore. I told him to his face that the other night was the last straw, that if he makes plans and blows me off again, I won't even think twice about dropping him like a bad habit. The night went really well after that. He invited me over for next Monday to watch our shared crack-like addiction to Prisonbreak together, but insisted that he would be coming over here "at least once" before then so that I can see he's serious about things.

And the last item - he asked me to be his Valentine. Even if we don't do anything except hang in, make out, and watch Uncle Buck, it will still be a million times better than any other V-day simply for the fact that it'll be with him.

So the lesson learned here, kids?
Don't be afraid to speak up when it comes to guys and relationships. It's always been an unspoken notion in girls' heads (or at least mine) that if they bring up the topic of the future of the relationship/how she feels for him/what he feels for her that the guy will go running. So they (I) keep their mouth shut to him, complain to friends, and come to their own conclusions of how they think he feels so that they don't feel like they're in the dark, but they never really find out. The bottom line is, if the guy goes fleeing the minute you question where things stand then he wasn't ready to be in a relationship with you or anyone else, and we deserve better.