A little background before the rest: I came from an abusive relationship in all manners. I've always been with tall, muscular, and dangerous men.

Now, to the subject: A year and half ago, I broke down heading home, my alternator went out on my truck. I was in the middle of nowhere and knew no one. I called my guy who said to figure it out and hung up. A few minutes later, a guy in a beat up dirty truck pulled up. My thought was either hes going to help me or kill me. He helped get me home, the next day I got my truck fixed(yes i can do mechanical things). My guy at the time made me make the helper a cake and give him a card with my number in it. He started texting me later that night so my guy I was with took my phone and basically set sex up for the next morning. So I did what I was told. This went on for a couple weeks, then I broke it off with the guy I was seeing at the time and started spending more time with the guy who helped me. He's not even close to my type, he is short, fat, and stock. He has never hit me, and has never abused me in any way.

Sometimes I find myself wishing he would but he has figured me out and will wrap his arms around me and kiss my forehead.