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inquired quite a number of desirable young ladies around Chicago. His
most serious relationship had been with a girl named Karen, in
Chicago.

In fact, at A nice Greek Boy one point he had moved out of his uncle's
house and into an apartment with Karen, and all hell had broken
loose.

"It's a small community," he explained, meaning the network of
Greek-Americans, something Lisa understood very well. "And they were
embarrassed because, you know, we weren't married. My sister even flew
in from Greece to try to talk me out of it." Kosta laughed. "But I
knew I was right."

I knew I was right. Lisa realized it was a phrase he had used a couple
of times during dinner. In fact, now that she thought about it, Kosta
was certain about everything he said. "I think" or "it is my opinion"
were not phrases that he used. He left the impression that he could
not be wrong about anything. She liked it. The man was sure of
himself.

Over dessert Kosta told Lisa that he liked to fly under bridges.

She took that as hollow boasting, a little something to impress a
lady.

But he promised her he would take her flying.

Though Kosta and Lisa told each other they were not looking for
romance, they saw each other every day during the weeks that followed
their dinner at Bennigan's. Those weeks could quite nicely be
compressed into one of those gauzily filtered "falling in love"
sequences that fill the screen about halfway through most romantic
movies. With symphonic music swelling in the distance we see Kosta and
Lisa on a blanket at the beach. We see Kosta and Lisa strolling in the
park. We see Kosta and Lisa holding hands at the movies. We see Kosta
and Lisa, their heads almost touching, carrying on intimate
conversations in romantic restaurants.

Lisa was falling in love. Like many girls, she had always dreamed of
the perfect husband. In her adolescent fantasies this man who would
love her so stupendously was always an American like herself, and
usually not a Greek-American. But in less dreamy moments she'd felt a
subtle pressure on her, an unspoken message from dozens of resolutely
Greek relatives, that said if you marry a man who is not Greek, the
family will be unhappy. It was her father's dream that Lisa would
marry "a nice Greek boy." So by the time she was old enough to wear a
wedding dress, Lisa was ready to compromise. She would find a man who
was wonderful, for her, but one who was Greek, for Dad and her
family.