Boob Girl

I don’t know what made me remember her, she used to make a lot of stories for us when I lived at MPLS. 
The building I lived at in mpls was an all student housing apartment building, which meant that if there were any people under the age of 22, they were probably scared off after the first week of living in the building.

Before I start explaining the story of boob girl, you have to understand the interior structure of the building.  When you first enter the building your at a big lobby with the front desk and all the mail boxes and a large door to your left.  and a door right infront of you.  The building has 4 different towers, one is through the big door at the lobby and the other three are through the other door. 

Once you enter the other door there is a hall way that goes around a courtyard.  The courtyard is ofcourse in the middle with the hallway around it like a square.  Its all glass from top to bottom.  Each “wall” area that is facing the court yard is different, there is the computer lab, the “cafe”, the leasing office, the game room, the theater and the gym.

Everything there is glass (xcept the theater) so you can see in and they can see out, and during the day is just gorgeous with all the light streaming in from everywhere.

Got the picture?!

Now its on to my story.  There was this girl in our building, and she was the source of many MAANY conversations and she was known to many as “boob girl”.  She used to work out on the elliptical for hours on end, and she used to work out really really hard, but she never ever wore support, which meant that her tatas were all over the place.

So many times at night we would be chilling in the court yard and we’d see guys come out, with their drinks and smokes, take the chairs and face them towards the gym and just watch her working out. This would be at night, where the people in the courtyard could see in, but those inside could barely see us.

I still remember I was leaving the apartment building with a friend, we were going to the gym, we drove half way to the gym (which was north of our apt) when our friend called and told us to pick him up, and we did a u turn and went to the southern suburbs to pick him up. After that we went and had dinner and picked up movies and went back to our place.  All of that took us a good couple of hours.  We get back home, walking in the hall way and boob girl is STILL working out!

She really was the source of conversation in the building.  During weekday nights a lot of people used to chill in the courtyard esp if the weather was good, and thats how you got to know people.  They would randomly come and sit at your table and chat, and if she was working out, she was the first thing they commented on.

I felt bad for her, but it seemed as if she had no friends, she was at the gym for hours on end, i used to see her walking to class on occaision, but she never smiled back. 

I really have no idea what reminded me of her, and why I am sharing her story with you! :p