What happened to Tithonus makes Anchises's fate look like a sleigh ride. He hooked up with Eos, who wanted to keep him as her boy-toy for all eternity. She begged Zeus to make it so but forgot to stipulate that Tithonus should remain ageless. Zeus granted her wish all too literally, and so poor Tithonus was made immortal all right, except that he kept getting older and older and older, shriveling up like a raisin—until he was little more than a scratchy little voice, begging to die. Eos carried him around in a cage until she got tired of that and turned him into a grasshopper.
And what of Actaeon? His nasty end might convince you that Tithonus got off easy. While out stag hunting with his faithful hounds Actaeon happened upon the beautiful Diana bathing in a stream, attended by her water nymphs. Horrified that a mortal man had seen her naked, she turned Actaeon into a stag. His hounds immediately turned on him and tore him to ribbons.
I could go on and on with these divine date-from-hell stories, but I'll spare you any more of the gruesome details. It's now time for you to peruse the bevy of Babe Goddesses here. But forewarned is forearmed. Turn these pages warily, knowing, like the good rationalist Plato wanted you to, that you're going to stay in your world and they will stay in theirs, and everything will be fine.
And remember what you've learned here. Someday you may go to Atlantis, or Caesars Palace, and suddenly happen to find yourself standing or floating next to someone who looks like one of these goddesses. Perhaps she will look at you and smile and tip her perfect chin just so, or perhaps she'll even put her lovely hand in yours.
Should this happen, you know what to do: Run like hell.