off dating outside my zip code？
？Indecision
A：
Dear Indecision；
You？re a brave fellow。 Just make sure the love affair lasts as long as the lease？otherwise you？re
in for some unfortable moments in the stairwell！ And hey； there？s nothing more fun than a
threesome！
？GG
sightings
N looking moony on a bench on Main Street in East Hampton。 Wonder what has him down？ D
and an unidentified girl at Jamba Juice in Columbus Circle； ？replenishing their fluids？ after a
tough workout。 Hey kids； you do know there are； like； four hotels nearby； don？t you？ B schlepping
some tightly packed garment bags to her mother？s place on Fifth Avenue。 Hasn？t she bought
enough this summer？ Or is keeping the leftovers just a fringe benefit of her new career in fashion？
T buying flowers at Chelsea Market？just a little token for his favorite leading lady？ V toting her
collected works to the Fifth Avenue mansion where she？s working now。 It seems that her new boss
is quite a film buff； or maybe she？s just trying to get fired again by showing her charges some
really twisted stuff。
Okay； that？s enough with the sightings。 I don？t have time for this； really； I？m on my way to that
amazing vintage boutique on Elizabeth Street。 I don？t usually go for old clothes？ they smell like
dead people？but I thought it might be fun to dress the old…school Hollywood part for the
old…school Hollywood party。 Oops； I？ve already said too much！
You know you love me。
gossip girl
a real hollywood ending
The rooftop bar at the Oceana Hotel was a madhouse。 It was crowded on any given summer night；
but throw a couple of movie stars into the mix （okay； one movie star and one soon…to…be movie
star） and it was chaos。 The open…air rooftop bar and pool was more a place to see and be seen
rather than a place to talk and be heard； so Serena was a little disappointed when Thaddeus
suggested it。 Now that the pressure of filming was off her shoulders； Serena wanted to really talk
to him； to get to know him as a person； not a costar。 She？d heard a rumor that he was going to be
leaving town after the wrap party； which was tomorrow； so that didn？t leave them with much time
together？and she hoped that something might finally happen between them； off…camera。
Apparently that was theonly rumor she？d heard about him。
？What are you drinking？？ Thaddeus shouted when their waitress approached to take their order。
They were seated in what was supposedly the VIP section； but there was nothing to distinguish it
from the rest of the narrow terrace； except for the fact that they had the best； most unobstructed
view of the Hudson。 At least they？d chosen the right night to drink by the river。 Fireworks were
going off all over； in celebration of something or other。 Gay Pride； maybe？ Or maybe there was a
marathon today。 Serena could never keep things like that straight。
？Caipirinha；？ she practically shouted into his ear。
Thaddeus repeated this to the starstruck waitress； who hurried off to fetch the drinks that would
probably be on the house。 Thaddeus never had to pay for anything； but then again； Serena had
never really had to pay for anything either： The notorious fashion designer Les Best had given her
a ton of clothes when she modeled for his perfume ad； and guys were always buying her drinks or
picking up dinner no matter where she went。
Guess stardom was in her stars。
Thaddeus idly drummed on the surface of the table in time with the Scissor Sisters tune that was
blaring out of the cleverly hidden speakers。 He stared out over the Hudson and smiled。
？It？s a great night；？ he observed。
？It is；？ Serena agreed。 She was squeezed in between Thaddeus and the protective railing that
snaked around the terrace。 ？I？m so glad we get to be out and not have to worry about going over
our lines or what Ken？s going to yell at us tomorrow。？
？Fucking tell me about it。？ Thaddeus lit a cigarette； took a quick drag； and then passed it off to
Serena。
Serena inhaled the slightly damp butt？she？d already made out with Thaddeus on camera； so a bit
of his spit didn？t bother her？as the waitress set down their drinks。 Thaddeus slid her cocktail
across the table to her。 ？A toast；？ he suggested； lifting his pink cosmo into the air。
Pink cosmo？
？Definitely。？ Serena clinked her glass to his。 ？To an incredible movie。？
？To an incredible costar；？ Thaddeus corrected； cocking his eyebrow。 ？And an incredible debut。？
He draped his arm over the back of the bench and pulled Serena a little closer； resting his left
hand on her left shoulder。 ？The fireworks are going to really get going soon； huh？？ He nodded
toward the river； where a small one had already exploded。
The DJ started playing a mellower tune； something by the Raves。
？I know this song！？ Serena cried。 It sounded familiar but she couldn？t place it。
？It？s the Raves；？Thaddeus explained。？I？m pretty tight with their drummer。？ He reached over and
took the burning cigarette from Serena； inhaling furtively。
？Really？ I know the girl singing。 Her name？s Jenny。 We went to high school together。 Wait； I
think she might have dated your friend； the drummer； what？s his name 。。。？？
？No。？ Thaddeus laughed。 ？I don？t think she？s quite his type。？
Oh？ And what type is that？
Serena wasn？t sure what that was supposed to mean； but she hadn？t e there to discuss Jenny
Humphrey？s romantic life。 She sipped her sugary drink and batted her eyelashes at the crowd of
girls that had assembled just beyond the velvet rope bordering the VIP area。 The girls； all boasting
hideous blowouts and way too much eyeliner； were giggling and taking pictures of her and
Thaddeus with their cell phones。
They？re probably going to e…mail them to some gossip Web site；thought Serena with annoyance。
Oh； don？t be such a ninny。
A massive round of fireworks erupted with a violent bang； and Serena gave a frightened little
yelp； burying herself in Thaddeus Smith？s warm； muscular embrace。
？Don？t worry。？ He laughed。 ？It？s just noise。？
？I think our cover is blown；？ Serena told him； gesturing with her eyes toward the gaggle of girls。
？I？ll never quite get used to it。？ Thaddeus frowned。 ？I mean； no doubt some fuzzy little camera
phone picture of us will end up in the papers。？
？Yeah； it？s weird；？ Serena whispered； accidentally grazing Thaddeus？s ear with the tip of her
nose。
？Do me a favor？？Thaddeus asked。
Before Serena could open her mouth to answer； he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips。
The timing was perfect： over the Hudson a massive explosion of fireworks resounded with a bang；
their lights twinkling and then fading in an instant。 It was totally cheesy but totally romantic： a
totally Hollywood moment。
Like；whoa。
n？s woman trouble
？Dude！ Nate！？ Anthony Avuldsen leaned out the window of his black BMW M3； honking the
horn。
Nate was locking his bike to a PRIVATEPROPERTY；NOTRESPASSINGsign on the edge of
Main Beach？s dirt parking lot。 He was supposed to meet Tawny but Anthony？s appearance was a
wele surprise。 After talking to Blair on the phone 。 。 。 he just couldn？t help but feel like he was
with the wrong girl。 Plus； he was about twenty minutes early。
There？s a first time for everything。
？Hey；？ Nate called； strolling over to the driver？s side of the car。 ？What？s going on？？
？Not much。？ Anthony grinned。 ？I was just on my way home from the beach； but why don？t you
get in and we？ll go for a ride？？ He reached into the car？s ashtray and plucked out a freshly rolled
joint； waving it in the air。 ？Just a quick drive； you know？？
That was all the invitation Nate needed。 He walked around the car and hopped into the passenger
side； settling into the soft； cream…colored leather seat。
Anthony turned down the stereo and pressed a button so that Nate？s window lowered quickly。 He
circled the car around the parking lot and out onto the street。 ？Go ahead and start it up；？ he urged。
Nate grabbed the joint； pulled his trusty Bic from his sock； and lit it。
？Good time the other night at Isabel？s。？ Anthony reached over to take the joint from Nate。 ？Sorry
you couldn？t make it。？
Nate exhaled a long plume of smoke out the window。 He studied his reflection in the windshield：
he hadn？t had time to shave that morning and was looking kind of stubbly。 His T…shirt was filthy
and his deodorant had given out hours ago： his jeans were grass…stained and dingy。 He was
sporting an incredible tan but still looked a bit unhealthy； probably because he hadn？t been
sleeping much； and his eyes were a little bloodshot。
Is lack of sleep really the culprit here？
He turned to take the joint back from Anthony and studied his friend more closely： Anthony was
wearing a pair of crazy printed Vilebrequin board shorts； some beat…up old flip…flops； and a pair of
sunglasses。 He had a tan to rival Nate？s but no bags under his crystal…clear eyes and he looked like
a million other guys in the Hamptons： like a guy on vacation； driving home from the beach；
having a quick smoke。 Nate exhaled unhappily。 The pot was great but it didn？t change the fact that
he was tired； he was bummed out； he was 。 。 。 jealous。 Why did Anthony get to chill at the beach
all day while he had to work like a dog？
Maybe because Anthony didn？t steal performance…enhancing drugs from his lax coach？
Nate drummed on the windowsill in time with the old Dylan disc on the stereo and drifted off for
a moment； imagining the ideal summer： he？d be at the beach； of course； surfing at Montauk or just
lazing around on the sand； tooling around in his dad？s Aston Martin convertible； smoking with
Anthony and his other friends from the lacrosse team； staying in bed with Blair until the early
afternoon。 Or maybe he？d take Blair sailing for a couple of weeks along the coast of Maine。 Teach
her how to fish。 Eat lobster。 Have lots of sex。 Sleep。 Have more sex。 Go for a swim。 Sex again。
？Dude； you there？？ Anthony asked。
？Sorry；？ Nate mumbled； ing back to reality。
？It？s cool。？ Anthony pulled up to a red light。 Three girls sauntered by in bikini tops and surf
shorts。 They we