"Everyone else is already there and here we are, stuck again and this time I promised. I promised we'd be there. Together. Y'know? Together? As in a couple?"

Hello? What was wrong with this guy?

Sisyphus paused at the top of the hill. He wiped his brow with one hand and supported that blasted boulder with the other. Sweat trickled down his back.

"Honey, just give me one minute. I'm almost there. Can't you see I'm almost there?"

"You're always 'almost there', Sisyphus! "This is taking forever!"

I didn't like to be a nag. A hen pecker. A drag on poor Sisyphus. Believe me, I'd heard all the names. Sisyphus' mother didn't waste any time cornering me at the square to berate me each morning. "He almost had it. If it weren't for you, distracting him. Complaining! Oh dear Gods, can't you let the man work?"

Yada yada yada. She was worse then the harpies.

So. You may be wondering why I persist with Sisyphus. He is, after all, relentlessly busy. Never has time for me, to tell you the truth. Always and forever slaving away with that darn boulder. Up and down, up and down. Still, he's something to look at. You can't push a boulder uphill forever without developing some pretty amazing pecs. And those legs!

"Sisyphus!" I yelled again. Oops. There went the boulder, crashing back down to the bottom.

"Honey!" Now it was his turn to whine. "I almost had it that time! Please, honey. I need to concentrate!"

Well. Far be it from me to keep a man from his work. Besides which, my white toga was gathering a lot of unsightly dust as I sat there. I watched Sisyphus as he made his way wearily back down the mountain, the setting sun illuminating his golden hair.

"Ok, sweetie," I called to his retreating, gorgeous back. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Once I get this boulder up there," he called back, his voice dim, "I'll clean up and meet you at the party."

Poor dumb thing. Some men just never learn. Sighing, I brushed the dirt from my hem, pinched my cheeks and patted my hair back into place. Hmmm, I thought. I heard there's a new guy in town. Icarus, I think they said? Someone mentioned something about wings. That might be a nice change.