Disclaimer: I do not own Inception. I do not own Mighty Aphrodite. I do not own Greek Mythology. But I do own a copy of a dvd set of "My So Called Life" which somehow planted this idea.
Aphrodite is the most well known of all Greek goddesses as she was the winged goddess of love and everyone – well nearly everyone – loves love. She was the one that played match maker and she was the one who knew when two people were soul mates, were destined for each other, and simply meant to be. And if she saw that they weren't heading in their designated locations, she did a little switch up and everything was as meant to be. Everyone, nearly everyone, knows who Aphrodite is. Partly because of the aforementioned love thing, partly because pop singers, rock stars, composers, and rap artists alike have used the passionately desired thing called love, and partly because Woody Allen wrote and directed a pretty good movie called 'Mighty Aphrodite'. No matter the reason or the way, someone, one way or another, has heard about her.
No one pays attention to the other two winged gods of love. That would be Eros and Himeros. Eros was more mischievous than the others, whereas Aphrodite made sure her soul mates were on their journey to meet one another, Eros was the asshole who shot people in the ass with an arrow depending on whether or not he thought they made a cute couple, no matter if they were soul mates or not.
And lastly Himeros. Well, Himeros was a good one. He was the god of sexual and passionate desire. He was the one behind what has been coined "unrequited love". Himeros was the reason why that guy you dumped and/or never went out with continues to call you and pick up your slack. The people stricken with the Himeros ailment will do one of two things: gaze and fantasize from afar or bury their sexual desire in whoever responds to their advances. Sometimes Himeros victims were often the victims that fell in love alone.
Despite that fact, Himeros remained Ariadne's favorite of the Greek gods and goddesses. Because love, true love, was something she never had the great privilege to experience. And she's "fallen" for people too suddenly (and gotten heart very, very painfully) which stirs up disdain for the ever asshole Eros. But desire, sexual or something more, longing, and fantasizing, that's something she can really, really relate to.
She longed for Billy Levithan in the 5th grade, but failed to say anything in fear of getting spat on. She longed for Toby Marling in the 8th grade but didn't say anything because he had a girlfriend…or two…or three. She desperately longed for Ted Devinson in the 11th grade and he was truly impeccable. He loved to read, he was smart, he was kind and sweet, he was funny, and he was built. Being a scrawny tomboy made her look away while she watched the back of his head in French class. When she finally got up the courage to say hi to him, she found that he moved away to California. Heartbreak hotel.
Now at age twenty four, she sees someone who makes her feel special. Someone who makes her feel butterflies. Someone who is handsome, smart, kind, and sexy as fuck. And the amazing thing is that she is not at all afraid to talk to him. He makes her feel comfortable, safe, and more importantly, like herself. Not to say, she doesn't get nervous sometimes because she does but she swallows it down and she speaks then before she knows it, it's like chatting with a friend.
So what's the problem this time?
"It's him!"
Ariadne looks straight into the camera on her PC and shakes her head. "It's him being so nonchalant and suave and coiffed and just so freaking beautiful and perfect! It seriously makes me wonder how in the world were demi gods even created? If this guy makes me feel like a puddle of mud sometimes and he's only human, how in the world did an average girl like me manage to not only fuck but birth the son of Poseidon?"
She shakes her head again, reaches up and fluffs her curls before pulling it up into a pony tail. She takes a sip of her, now cold, Chai tea.
"I mean, I get it. It's not professional, it's not 'safe' or whatever but really?! The other day, you know what I did?"
A couple of days ago, Ariadne was sitting with the perfect man, also called Arthur, in his office where he was giving her a rundown on the current subject matter of work. She was sitting on his desk and he was sitting in his swivel chair. Arthur mentioned something about mistresses and hotels and Ariadne, brave and forward said:
"I used to want to be a mistress to someone. Only someone who actually loved me, of course. I'd do so many things for him."
Ariadne screamed at the computer: "And do you know what he did?! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
"And there are two things wrong with that 'response'. First of all, I know he hates it when people even lay a finger on his things, even if they're only his temporarily and hello, ass on desk! No response. Second, was that not clear sexual innuendo? I'd do so many things for him… Earth to Arthur, you're him now! It's like making sexual advances to a brick wall. Sure you can flirt and suggest and strip all you want but in the end there's no chemical attraction…Except I know he's attracted to me. Because he likes to stare at me when thinks I'm not looking. Himeros' work or what?"
Ariadne looked down.
"I'm so sick of that asshole wrecking things for me. I'm Ariadne, I should be able to talk to a god and tell him when he's being a total dick."