For about one year, we both saw each other at the same, crowded, New York City parties. We were never introduced. She was like a friend of a friend of a friend. I never learned her name. I simply referred to her as "Helen of Troy" although I'm positive her name wasn't really Helen! I called her Helen of Troy because her physical beauty reminded me of that classic, Greek, female described as the "most beautiful of goddesses." Her sumptuously rounded body reminded me of those Rodin statues and those Pacific Island paintings by VanGogh that portrayed the female body in such generous, artistic dimensions! My Helen of Troy did indeed have a curvy, feminine frame that I gave a PG rating (for pretty gorgeous!). That old, Lucky Strikes cigarette commercial describes her perfectly: "So round, so firm, so fully packed--so free and easy on the draw!" Yet, surprisingly, I couldn't bear to look at her! Once I caught sight of her, I had to force my eyes to turn away! Otherwise, I would have continued to stare openly at her--at her smooth, round face, at her full breasts, at her rounded hips and rear. My eyes were thirsty to drink in her beauty without stop! But I would quickly turn away from her whenever I caught myself staring. I didn't want her telling her companion, "Some weird guy with glasses keeps staring at me!" Little did she know that the "W.G.W.G." was fantasizing about making mad love to her! After that one year of partying in the same company with Helen of Troy, I settled down to a quieter life-style with the love of my life, Punkus. I never saw Helen of Troy after that! In the ancient Greek tale, Helen's lover, Paris, kidnapped her and took her to the city of Troy. When her jealous husband, Menelaus, found her and threatened to behead her, Helen dropped her robe and Menelaus, so stunned by her beauty, dropped his upraised sword! I sometimes wonder whether my Helen of Troy ever found her Paris or Menelaus. I wonder whether their eyes burned with desire when first seeing her naked body! I wonder whether their skins grew hot, as I imagine mine would have, touching her bare skin! The real Helen of Troy started a war. My Helen of Troy was certainly capable of causing a minor skirmish!
