Although Pygmalion is a woman-hater, the best statue that he made was a woman. He fell in love with that statue and treated it like a real human being. He kissed its lips, caressed its hands and its face, took it in his arms, dress it in rich robes, give it gifts that a real maiden would love, he put it to bed at night and tuck it in, but in the end he gave up.
The feast day of Venus came. Pygmalion asked the goddess that he might find a woman like his statue and as a sign that the goddess will grant his wish, she made the flame at the altar that Pygmalion stood before, leap up three times. Thinking that it is a good omen, Pygmalion looked for his love. When he came back home, he saw his statue alive. He took her in her arms and hugged her tight. Pygmalion named the statue Galatea.
In their wedding day, Venus graced them with her presence. They had a son named Paphos, named after Venus' favorite city.