Aphrodite's Curse

I had always done well with women, but following a less than successful relationship followed by a less than successful one night stand, women were suddenly throwing themselves at me. Strangers on the street. Clients in my office. My older secretary. Nearly every woman I encountered. At first it was great. And then…things turned in a way I didn’t expect.

It was either an elaborate practical joke by an ex or my college buddies. It had to be. Goddesses didn’t actually exist and they certainly didn’t spend time influencing the women to have sex with me just because I had a checkered past. None of it made sense. But I didn’t care. At every turn I was bedding a new woman. There was no way any of this could go badly.

If you think that having every woman who looks at you would be incredible and an easy way to get laid, you’d be right. But after the first couple of days, it gets annoying real fast because EVERY woman was throwing herself at me. The last thing I wanted was to wind up in bed with my secretary and a sex professional, but somehow that happened…and I had no idea how to make it stop.

Having to juggle a half-dozen women at the same time, all wanting to sleep with me and only some of them willing to share me was next to impossible. Though the women I bedded were open-minded, they didn’t always want to have sex with my other partners while I watched. They would of course, but that didn’t stop the jealousy. I was lucky that I had gotten this far without real violence or friction.

There was an easy solution to freeing myself from the curse of women throwing themselves at me all the time. All I had to do was make an ordinary man fall in love with a goddess of love. Twist: he couldn’t love her for her body or face, just her personality. It couldn’t be that difficult, could it? After all, beautiful people fall in love with ugly people all the time, right?