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The Boxer Guy
Donna Paulsen looked through the blinds of the gym bathroom. Her first question was why blinds in a public bathroom, but a plausible answer flitted through her mind as she spotted the rather handsome guy pounding away at a punching bag. He was tall, blondish, broad shoulders and built rather well and he hit the bag with such intensity that she knew he had been working on his boxing for a long time. She closed the blinds after a good long look and decided that he was her type of guy.
“Ok, I’m the gym trainer and I hear you may have sprained your ankle in your last spin class?” Dr. Amanapour asked as she breezed into the bathroom. “By the way, sorry about the accommodations, but our exam rooms are being refurbished.
“That’s ok, doc. I’ve had a pleasant view,” Donna said as she sat on the toilet waiting to be seen. She had been sitting in the tub revamping her lipstick in hopes that the doctor would be male and she could do a little innocent flirting. She was a tad disappointed but then decided the female doctor may be useful in another way.
“Say, doctor, do you know anything about that boxer guy?”
“Which one?” Amanapour asked as she saw the bad bruise on Donna’s ankle.
“The blondish guy punching the bag?” Donna described.
Dr. Amanapour peeked through the blinds and spotted the guy Donna was speaking of.
“Oh, him? Believe me. You don’t want anything to do with him,” Amanpour stated.
“Why? What do you know that I don’t know?” Donna persisted.
Amanapour, a very pretty petite woman of Eastern Indian descent said, “Harvey Specter? He’s a womanizer. He preys on women and then if they want more---he’s not available. I think he’s been training forever at this gym. I got here about two years ago. We dated twice and then he stopped calling.”
“Did you try to call him?”
“Oh, yeah, he said it was over in no uncertain terms,” Amanapour said. “My advice? Steer clear of that one.”
Donna never took anyone else’s advice although on occasion she had never been shy in doling in out decided she could form her own decisions.
“Ok, let’s just bandage this up. We have some crutches here if you want to use them or I can get you a cane. Which would you prefer?”
Donna did not answer immediately as her mind was still focused on Harvey Specter.
“Cane. I look a little less pathetic.”
“How are you getting home?”
“A friend will pick me up. I’ll just call him.”
“Ok. Now ice that ankle every few hours and if the swelling doesn’t go down or some other complication call your physician. Also, you can take Tylenol or Advil for the pain, if necessary.”
Donna shook the Amanapour’s hand and said, “Thank you, doc.”
“Nice to meet you, Donna. You’ll be back spinning or whatever classes you’re taking here very soon.”
The doctor left the bathroom as Donna called her friend to pick her up.
Women, pain in the ass. I don’t know why I keep letting myself get involved with pretty faces and pretty bodies. Because you’re a man---goddammit! That’s what men do!
“Harvey! Harvey!”
“Sorry, Mike, I guess I got a little carried away,” Harvey apologized.
“Yeah, well, next time you plan to hit me make sure I’m protected. I don’t think my wife would appreciate an injury in my vital area.”
“Look, I said I was sorry,” Harvey said and then quickly got out of his gloves and sat down taking a long drink from his water bottle.
Mike Ross, Harvey’s trainer as well as his best friend, sat down next to him on the bench.
“What’s got you so agitated?”
“Oh, the lady I was going with dumped me. Said if I wasn’t ready for the plunge then that was it,” Harvey stated taking another shot from his bottle and running a bandaged hand through his hair.
“Ah, always easier to be the dumper than the dumpee! Welcome to the club, Harvey. Been there.”
“Well, I rarely am. It feels….weird,” Harvey hesitated.
Mike laughed loud and slapped Harvey on his sweaty back. “You’ll get over it Eventually, you will find your soulmate. Just like Rachel and me.”
Harvey laughed with disdain. “Yeah. Sure buddy. That’s what my father used to tell me.”