The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a cautious step backward.

The man standing before me wasn't a heroic passerby. He wasn't a good Samaritan who happened to be in the right place at the right time. He was an admirer. Another stalker. And he had just eliminated his competition. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

My feelings of unease were treated as PTSD from the original stalker, not a reaction to his current behavior. "What do you mean

He was charming that night. He brought me water, drove me home, and made sure my apartment was secure. He seemed safe. He seemed good . He was an admirer

A man who solves problems with physical aggression will eventually turn that aggression on you. The moment you displease him—by talking to a coworker, by not answering your phone—you will see the same rage he used on your stalker. The difference? This time, you are the target.