I was reminiscing about what I used to have before I was married, romance, sex, and giving the loves of my life more sexual pleasure than I wanted myself. My anticipation once married starts well then gradually but all falls to hell.
My name is Leonidas. I am sixty-seven years old. I'm stretching out on my outdoor recliner on the deck of a huge house I built. I have a huge monster of a deck bigger than most houses, after all, I am Spartan, and I can do anything. Sipping a nice ice-cold Corona with a twist of lime penetrated through the top of the bottle, eleven more next to me in the cooler. What a fucking ride I'm going to have with these, alone!
Where has sixty-seven years gone? In a few months, I will have been married for forty-one years. Let's call my wife Athena, but more times than not she can be a young Medusa, not with the power to turn you to stone but only to turn your heart to stone.
Yes, I have Spartan blood from my grandparents, who left Greece around 1907 for the East Coast of the USA. My Papou, Yia Yia, and their daughter, my aunt made the journey.
My profile picture is real, I entertained bodybuilding in the early seventies. It made me upset because I was only one spot away from receiving a trophy, but my training partner did win the entire event in 1979. I had six-pack ABS before anybody wanted them, now everybody does.
I went to college for electrical engineering, graduated, and worked in Massachusetts. The company was involved in research and development for the equipment for the distribution backbone of the newly developed Internet.
I also worked for my aunt, father, and uncle who was also my godfather down at a beach place that had two seasonal restaurants where I've worked since I was twelve as a cook.
I am a semi-retired Harley Davidson Biker and a hot rod builder with a 1968 Camaro Super Sport, my sweet ride! The color was Corvette yellow with a black vinyl top.
In the offseason, when the beach business was closed, I also learned how to build houses and do computer programming, so I was a jack of all trades.
Today, my kids can't even flip an egg with just your right hand on the frying pan handle, all four of them. My children include one son a daughter and then twin daughters. All of them an "OOPS," but the twins were the biggest surprise. I loved practicing sex with Athena for the first eight years but, it was nice to have a son to carry the last name forward, as there are not many of us left here, but I do have cousins in Greece.
I visited my cousins in 1988. They all cried seeing me, being mad that I came before my father did, but he would never get on a plane. He fought in the Battle of the Bulge and when his service was over, he came back from Europe on the boat.
Growing up, my aunt always wanted me to marry a "nice" Greek girl, because my father (her brother) never did. Oddly enough, my aunt didn't go to my parents' wedding. Can you believe that?
My mom is Italian, and I love the Italian side of my family. My mother's sister lived two houses down from us. Her husband, my Uncle Johnny, was a barber, and the jolliest guy on the planet. I always hated it when he cut my hair because it was always too short. I couldn't even hold a pencil on top of my ear at the restaurant to take orders. I only saw Uncle Johnny pissed off maybe two times in my life, and it was not a pretty sight.
My cousin Paula and I still talk today. She has always been a great source of support for me. I have a vivid memory of escorting Paula onto the stage at her high school event when I was six years old. She looked so beautiful in her gown, while I walked her in my tuxedo, feeling proud to be by her side I am Spartan.
TRYING TO HOOK ME UP:
My Greek aunt said, "You should find a nice Greek girl, there's nothing wrong with them, go to the Greek dances, and I'll pay. I’ll take you to Greece to meet your cousins." I never had any interest; still kicking myself in the ass for not going to Greece with her, I have a thousand questions, but her grave does not respond when I visit her.
I always had this idea in my mind that Greek girls just had mustaches, sideburns, and hairy armpits; I don't know why. All of you people don't know how lucky you are growing up with the Internet and cell phones. Google "Greek girls" now, dam they are so fucking hot!
In the past, we only had a landline, typically one phone in the kitchen, with no VCR, internet, and only about ten over-the-air channels on TV. Therefore, knowledge comes from learning from others, which I always take with a grain of salt!
THE GREEK CONNECTION:
On my way to work at the beach, I visited my father's friend Christo's breakfast place one spring morning. I would often stop in and order their breakfast special. Christo mentioned wanting to set me up with his niece, but I didn't think much of it then. He used to frequent our large restaurant next door in the afternoons to escape from his place, where he would order an ice-cold draft of Narragansett beer and a shrimp basket.
Fourth of July weekend, we were hammered, every day was a fourteen-hour shift. The small place closed at 11 PM if we were lucky, sometimes at midnight. The big place next door had a full bar and fit about three hundred people; the last call was at 1 AM. We were lucky to get out by 1:30 AM and in bed by 2 AM., then back there at 10 AM.
There were so many people there on July third to see the huge bonfire on the beach. We had a small counter with stools on one side of the small place that was for customers. We mainly had take-out at the front windows at the smaller place. But if people wanted to sit there and eat, they could do so.
THE VISIT:
A girl came in, and sat at the counter with an older lady I figured it was her mother. They mentioned who they were, and I understood this was the niece of my father's friend from the restaurant. As the girl spoke with a slight accent, when she tried to say "beach," it came out as "bitch." She had kind of a cute face but was on the heavy side. Her mother comically not so good English.
Anyway, didn't think much about it I had to get back to work, as they left. I see them walking down the road in front of the place. As I stocked the cooler with soda and ice. I peered out the window again and she was wearing a type of spandex shorts to mid-thigh and a huge tee shirt, I thought to myself, oh God, thunder thighs, big butt.
Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike heavy people. Some of my closest friends and family are big, and they are all funny as hell and we always had a good time with each other. Sometimes it is a medical condition, it's not their fault. I love them all dearly.
I remember that at that time, she wasn't the type of girl I had imagined being with or anyone for that matter. I won't go into detail about my previous girlfriends; I valued quality over quantity, having only five relationships before getting married.
THE REVISIT:
I would stop in Christo’s restaurant from time to time for breakfast, I liked talking to her uncle. Most of the time she wasn't there. Might have been her day off, once she was peeking out the back kitchen door looking as I caught her from the corner of my eye.