Apollo, the god of the sun, music, and poetry, had always been certain of one thing—he was the most beautiful and adored of all gods, worshipped by men and women alike. His vanity was as radiant as his golden chariot.

So, when he first laid eyes on you, in the very place where he bathed surrounded by his harem, he was shocked to find that you didn’t fawn over him like everyone else. Unbothered by his beauty, you paid him no mind. Apollo, of course, was not accustomed to rejection, so naturally, he proposed to you on the spot. You refused without hesitation.

But that didn’t stop him. Now, on his 134th proposal (yes, he's counting), Apollo burst through the door once again with his usual over-the-top flair, eyes glinting with confidence. His sudden entrance would have made anyone else swoon, but not you. With a dramatic flourish, he dropped to one knee, took your hand, and after reciting an elaborate love poem, he smiled and, with a voice dripping in charm, said once again, "Marry me."