I'm a 51 year old dude and I'm in a love triangle. I have this girl named Nicky. On the other hand I have this girl named Marcy. Nicky is my GF. Here's my story:

It all started 2 years ago, when I NASA hired me to be a rocket scientist. They wanted me to build a super fast rocket which could accelerate 23 miles per second and finally land the first human to Mars. My boss, Jeff, said to me: others have tried, nothing more than failure; we promise you nothing. From what I heard, the scientist who worked before me, his name was if I recall it correctly, Andrew, was a mad one, but he never made it. He had some kind of a safety system, called 'X Weapon' to protect the rocket from alien abduction and meteor showers.

Every year he was getting closer and closer. In 2004 he was just a few miles from successfully landing the first human on Mars, but an UFO painted in Red, Blue and White with some high-tech recording devices illegally placed cameras on the shuttle during his construction, revealing his deepest secrets. They used those secrets to shoot down the shuttle.

He couldn't recover from that. He never made it to Mars' atmosphere again. In a few years he lost rocket captain, named Donny. He hired a new one though, a girl named Vicky who just got out of prison and built a new rocket, actually a starship , named 'Starship 7', and although the ship was very elusive, capable of avoiding meteors in space, it was extremely fragile, it couldn't be healthy 3-4 weeks, so to speak. Failure.

His new rocket pieces were useless, so he decided to buy used ones, such as a par of titanium wings, corners of the ship, named 'DRC' and 'NNAM'. But they got constantly burned by the heath of the engine and unable to cover any distance in space. Failure.

After 14 years, Andrew was fired. He's currently working in a BBQ restaurant in Kansas City.

I was thrilled. I just got my first big job and I was ready to bring my unconventional fast work pace to the big leagues. I was a college chemistry professor, before this you know, that was the place where I invented my unique fast pace work. A lot of people doubted me, though. 'Your fast work pace may work with some college youngsters, but it will never work with professionals' -they said. But I truly believed in myself, and I'm quite successful so far, but I have a problem which I mentioned in the beginning:

It all started when I met Nicky. Actually, at first I didn't recognize her beauty. She was, you know, just a girl. But after some time she became my secretary, after my old one, Vicky(you know, Andrew's Starship 7 captain) got injured at work, later fired. Just then I started to pay more attention to her looks and personality. As days went by, she was somehow getting hotter and hotter. I started to like her. Then I stared to love her! Then I wanted to marry her and be her husband for the next 1000 years!!!

Her beautiful long blond hair, her long legs, her perfect face, I couldn't resist. She doesn't have the tight body and butt as some other secretary's around the US, such as miss Rodgers or miss Manning(the hotter one), but she has a flawless personality which I like so much. She doesn't do drugs, smoke, drink, swear, spit, burp, fart, she is very educated, a cultural personality, she doesn't rap, tips the waiter 500% of the original price, she's a bit of a racist, but I can live with that, she's not a member or related to any gangs, she eats her lunch at her desk, not in her car etc...

Everything was perfect. We were in a road trip in Oakland when I asked out her for the first time. Not to be bragging, but after dinner we had sex 7 times. Actually, during a quick 2 month span, I think we had intercourse 27 times, and only twice she told me: 'Ok we had enough, go to sleep' and intercepted my attempt to touchdown on her.

We were also great at work. We built a hyper fast rocket which completed about 64% of the journey to Mars and it was on a verge of making another huge step to a successful landing, but one of my sidekicks, a guy named Pooper, dropped a very important component of my rocket before the launch, therefore crushing it to pieces, although there was NOBODY in a 20 yard radius of him. My rocket caught on fire thanks to the missing peace, later crashed.

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I'm sitting on a beach right now, disappointed. What went wrong, you ask? Nicky. I don't know what to think of her. I feel like she tricked me! I feel like she promised me more. She lied to me! Okay, it was hard to expect a 27-2 I just had sex- access denied bitch! ratio again, but come on! 13-10? What did I do wrong? There were some moments when I drove down through the corn fields, entered the bed zone, I saw here legs wide open, she was defenseless, I was ready to score, to punch it in, but she suddenly says 'fuck off, I need to sleep, tomorrow I have a hard day at work' and intercepts my attempt of scoring. What?

She's sitting next to me, her left shoulder is in cast. She broke her collar bone during a game. See, besides being my secretary, she has another important job: she's the captain of our rocket scientist team in a game, in which the winning team gets better rocket parts, which means bigger chances of landing on Mars. We are the human team. Our main enemies are some fat Rednecks from the south, a Native-American tribe and some big 1-handed people from New Jersey. Nicky was 5-2 as our captain this season, so at least she's doing her job correctly, but she gets frequently injured at work, and her sick-leave lasts pretty darn long.

She's not really attractive to me anymore. Actually, she cut down her long blond hair, she got fat and I bet that armpit is quite stinky and hairy under that cast. I feel that I don't want to be with here anymore!

We are watching a beauty pageant. There are so many hot girls there, but every single one has some kind of a flaw. Until- Oh My God! That's one of my ex students, Marcy! She's gorgeous! I want her! I feel like she also wants me! I'm in love! OMG!

But a lot of other guys want her. Some Pirates, Greek Mythological Creatures, a Native-American tribe, some Half Human Half Plane creatures, some Half Human Half Bighorn Sheep creatures, etc... are in a better position to get her. I'm sitting only on the 20th row.

But I want her soooo badly! I need to move up to the 1st or at least to the 2nd row to get her. But how? Those are some cruel creatures, they don't give up their good seats easily. They would beat the hell out of me! I would probably mortgage the future of my face and body if I'd try to do something like that. The cost of the plastic surgeries would have affect on my financial situation for years!

And anyone who tried to do something like I'm thinking of, ended up in wheelchair. A few years ago, the leader of the Native-American tribe decided to bet on his future by move up for a hot, promising girl from the South, only known by her mysterious initials, RG3. The Bighorn Sheep people, having the best seat in the house, decided to give up them for that little technology which the tribe could offer them: they took their tents, coats, even their fire which was supposed to lite up their primitive rocket. And then they beat them up, stomped them over, took their best (1st plan) rocket design plans for 3 years and left them with noting, except RG3.

The Bighorn Sheep people used those coats, tents and fire to warm themselves, sold those rocket plans for very hot, promising young rocket engineers. They will be big favorites for landing on Mars in the next few years. If they find a proper knee brace, they will be unstoppable.

On the other hand, the Native-American tribe was left butt-naked, without any future. RG3 didn't turn out as hot and talented as they thought, so their 2013 and 2014 primitive rockets managed to get only 3 yards off the ground. And she also needs a knee brace. Although they found a hot engineer which likes to write her plans down in rhymes, they don't have a much of a future.

What if I trade my SHAD(es)Y for a better seat? Those are some quality, high-tech, cutting edge glasses with great zoom. They are starting to get a bit old, but a year ago, I could clearly see people's faces 1600+ yards away from them. Not a lot of glasses have a zoom like that.

What if those creatures don't like Marcy and they take someone else?

-The West Florida Pirates might take a different young hot talented sailor, named Jamie to lead their ships to Mars, instead of sailing into Hawaii's mysterious waters for Marcy(Marcy lives in Hawaii).

-The Greek Mythological Creatures might stick with their young, sexy, promising leader from a nearby German tribe, Mettenberger, instead of traveling to far Hawaii.

-Although Gina, the leader of Half Human Half Plane creatures has crashed a quite few planes and hopes of landing on Mars, they might give her a one last shot.

-The word on the street is that the Bighorn Sheep people have invented a somewhat good knee brace, so they'll give another chance to Sammy.

You are telling me that there is a chance for Marcy just falling into my arms in the 20th row! Yesssss!

But what if her beauty is fake as Nicky's was? What if her butt and boobs have more plastic in them than Nicki Minaj has in hers? What if her angel voice is more fake than T-Pain's? What if she can't translate her success in college to the big leagues? What if she can't read(defenses)? What if, what if...?

I can't decide what should I do! I feel this is an important crossroad in my life and I need to make the right decision. But what's right? HELP ME!