up with some meaningful； epic fuckinglove poem about those two morons。？ ？Thanks；？ Dan
mumbled sarcastically。 ？You？ve filled me with confidence。？ He turned over to face her； wanting to
look at her even though she was turned away。 He could hear the small； quiet sound of her
breathing in the dark room and could feel the warmth of her almost…naked body。 She was always
so warm at night。 The ridiculously soft skin of her bare arm grazed his。 One of the things he？d
always loved about Vanessa？s body were its contrasts？her stubbly scalp next to the softness of her
skin。 The pillowy feel of her lips and cheeks 。 。 。 Dan smiled and moved ever so slightly closer to
her warm； sleepy flesh。
Vanessa felt Dan？s hot breath tickle her neck as he lay inches from her on the bed。 Being in such
close quarters with him when all her hopes had been so recently dashed was killing her。 ？So；
how？s Greg？？ she asked softly； hoping the note of rejection in her voice wasn？t as clear to him as
it sounded to her。 She moved toward the edge of the bed； shifting so that her left foot hung off the
side。 Anything to escape the torture of feeling Dan？s skin on hers。
？Umm 。 。 。 he？s fine；？ Dan mumbled。 Greg。 Right。 His boyfriend。 As Vanessa inched further and
further away from him on the bed； it became obvious that she wanted nothing to do with him。 And
why should she？ He was a confused pink…disco…suit…wearing； cream…puff…eating；
gay…poem…reading idiot who still seemed to be in love with his ex…girlfriend despite the fact that
every person in his life had apparently been waiting for him to e out since he learned to use
the potty。 Dan sighed and flipped over onto his back dejectedly； more puzzled than ever as he
slipped into a sweaty； troubled sleep。
To be or not to be 。 。 。 gay？that is the question。
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hey people！
You know what they say about New York？it？s the city that never sleeps 。 。 。 and neither do I。 Not
when there？s this much good gossip to keep me up at night！ Okay； and there may have been that
little end…of…summer bash at One keeping me out till the wee hours last night； but it？s all in service
toyou 。 I？ll have to trade my snakeskin Jimmy Choo stilettos for Gucci leather riding boots soon
enough； so now？s the time to stay out late； dance with a gorgeous stranger； and； most importantly；
expose as much bare； sweaty flesh as possible。 And the same goes for you girls and boys？as if you
need a reminder！
hollywood shuffle
This morning； as I was walking to fetch my skinny vanilla latte and natural…grain bagel； I
couldn？t help but notice that a certain very blond actress？s picture has been plasteredeverywhere
overnight？bus stops； the sides of buildings。 That？s right； our very ownS is poised to bee a
major Hollywood star？not that we ever doubted it for a second。S is being touted as a fair…haired；
modern…day Audrey Hepburn。 And that means； cats and kittens； that we？ll soon be purring
contentedly as we gaze up atS ？s celestial face on the big screen。 Either that； or we？ll be clawing
our plush velvet seats in envy。 。 。 。
The word on the street is that； due to phenomenal early reviews inVariety ；Vanity Fair ；
andEsquire ； the release date forBreakfast at Fred？s has been pushed up！ The fun begins tomorrow
at the luxuriousSoho House； the part members…only club； part hotel； where they？re holding a
bigBreakfast at Fred？s press conference。S will be meeting up with her yummylicious co…starT； aka
my new boyfriend （shhhhh 。 。 。 don？t wake me up！ If anyone can make him like girls； I can） who
is； in case you？ve been residing on Mars； currently in possession of the hottest six…pack abs this
side of the Hudson。 Too bad he pitches for the other team。 Anyone who？s anyone on the gossip
circuit will be there to watch as A Star is Born？our littleS is all grown up！？and you know that
means I？ll find a way in。 。 。 。
It？s time to zip yourself into that purple tapestry Calypso sheath； don your Dior shades； raise one
hand in protest to the glaring flashbulbs while exclaiming； ？Gentlemen！ No pictures；please ！？ For
those of you who don？t know the drill； some helpful advice from yours truly：
do？s and don？ts for attending your first press junket
（1） Do bring sunglasses； preferably large Chanel or Gucci ones； even if the event takes place at
night。Especially if it takes place at night。 Those flashbulbs really are blinding！ And besides；
nothing creates an air of mystery like a pair of oversize shades。
（2） Do escape to the ladies？ room for frequent makeup touch…ups？nobody likes a shiny nose on
camera。 Besides； where better to overhear the latest gossip about the premiere？and spread some of
your own。
（3） Wear indelible lip color； or a sealant over your favorite shade： getting lipstick on your teeth
during an interview is so gauche？and totally avoidable。 Red…carpet red isalways a classic choice。
（4） Do feel free to have a fling with your leading man？after all； the suiteis booked for the night！
And don？t worry？we won？t tell。
（5） And； most importantly； bring the hotness！ After all； it？sall about you！
sightings
Nat theNY Yacht Club having cocktails with some old guy in a sailor suit。 DoesN have a new
dealer？ Odd。 Whatever the case； we？re guessing he won？t be joining the navy anytime soon。 。 。 。D
at his home…away…from…home；the Strand bookstore； secluded in a dusty corner furiously turning
the pages ofQueer Culture： A Way Out of the Closet。 From what I hear about a certain surprise
party； he？s already way；way out。 。 。 。V； back in Williamsburg； filming her sisterR ？s show at
theGalapagos Art Space； a leather…pants…wearing blond guy by her side 。 。 。S ？s picture inTimes
Square on ahuge billboard featuring nothing but her flawless face and the words TRUE LOVE
NEVER LIES。S herself； clad in all black； enteringN？s Park Avenue town house dressed like she？s
auditioning for a role in the next 007 film。B sitting outside； waiting for her。 With all three
supposedly going off to a certain ivy…covered campus in just a few short days； it？s certain that
we？ll have oodles of rumors to discuss？so keep those catty； info…packed e…mails ing！
Speaking of interesting e…mails； I hear roommate assignments are in the mail； so don？t be
surprised if you receive an introduction from your soon…to…be suitemate。 My heart bleeds for all of
you who？ll inevitably get stuck with some freshman calculus major who wants nothing more than
to wake up at 6 a。m。 every morning tostudy while you？re just nodding off and trying not to hurl
last night？s excess of keg beer （ah； college） all over your La Perla peignoir。 My roommate will； of
course； be my long…lost twin？perfect； just like me！
You know you love me。
gossip girl
don？t hate her because she？s perfect
？Serena！ Serena； over here！？
Flashbulbs exploded in front of Serena？s face like bursts of fierce white lightning。 She smiled
and plucked a perfectly ripe raspberry from the flute of Cristal she held in one hand； popping it
into her mouth。 She？d never expected the press conference forBreakfast at Fred？s to involve so
much pampering； or to be so breathtakingly fancy？not to mention so well attended。 Throngs of
reporters and photographers surrounded her and her totally yummy costar； Thaddeus Smith； as
they sat out on the sun…drenched terrace of one of the SoHo House？s top…floor penthouses。 Maybe
the life of a movie starwas all it was cracked up to be。
Thad turned to smile at her from his matching white deck chair； the gold stubble on his
razor…sharp jawline gleaming in the light。 He wore a pair of severely distressed Marc Jacobs jeans；
his tanned biceps startlingly dark against his crisp white polo shirt。 Chrome Dior aviators hid his
infamous blue eyes from view； and his evenly tanned feet were encased in a pair of blue…and…silver
Michael Kors flip…flops。
Serena？s crush on Thad had passed with the realization that Thad had a serious boyfriend； but it
didn？t stop her from admiring him。
There？s just so much to admire。
As the sun began to set over the Manhattan skyline； bathing the terrace in an orange sherbet hue；
a male reporter pushed through the crowd； thrusting a mini tape recorder toward Thad。 ？Thad！？ he
yelled； even though he was only a foot away。 A camera swung from around his neck。 ？What was it
like working with Serena van der Woodsen？ This is her debut。 Can she really act？？ ？It was a rare
privilege；？ Thad replied； grabbing Serena？s hand and squeezing it tightly in his own。 ？Serena？as
the whole world will soon see？is a pro。 Plus； she？s absolutely gorgeous。？ Serena blushed；
surveying the suite from her perch on the terrace。 The penthouse suite gleamed with chrome； glass；
and light； and the room was decorated in blue and cream。 An enormous flat…screen TV hung from
the sky blue wall。 A giant oil painting of the night sky illuminated another。 This would the perfect
place to bring a guy？and by ？guy？ she meant Nate。 They could take a bubble bath in the
six…person tub and order chocolate…covered strawberries and champagne from room service。 They
could watch one of the many not…yet…released DVDs that Ken had stocked the room with when
they got bored？which would be never。
？Serena！？ a young female reporter yelled out； scribbling furiously on a small white pad； her
rectangular crimson eyeglasses sliding down her tiny nose。 ？What are your plans？ Any films in the
near future？？ The cameras clicked incessantly as Serena cleared her throat and prepared to speak。
Ken Mogul had said in his e…mail not to worry about the press conference； that he？d be there to
take care of everything。 But when Serena had arrived； she？d been met by Jade； Ken？s assistant
and wife； a stunning Afro…Asian ex…Ford model with straight black hair to her waist； who？d
informed Serena coldly that Ken might be a little late。
？Actually；？ she answered with an apologetic smile； ？I start college next week； so I don？t think
I？ll be making any more movies for a while。？ She crossed her legs and leaned back on the
gray…and…beige…striped deck chair。 She was glad she？d worn the black Bailey Winter sunglasses
that were designed especially for Holly； the character she played in the movie。 She？d thought
they？d help her feel more in character； but she hadn？t realized she？d need them to shade her eyes
from the sun？not to mention the flashbulbs。
Serena folded her hands over the skirt of her simple white Marc Jacobs sheath dress and pulled a
stray golden hair away from her face。 With her white； Herm？s lace…up sandals and the
much…coveted cream…and…black Fendi B bag at her feet； she was the picture of New York glamour。
Now she just needed to make sure she acted that way。 She was okay with the sitting…there part。 It
felt sort of 。 。 。right to be there； flashbulbs exploding in her face every five seconds。 It was the
speaking part？knowing that people were hanging on her every word； writing every syllable down
and possibl