stories 。 。 。” he said； and then he blushed。 “I mean； did any of that
happen； for real？”
Serena frowned。 She fished in her bag for a cigarette； and then
thought better of it。 “Well； what do you think？” she asked。
Dan shrugged。 “I think it’s a bunch of bullshit；” he said。
Serena raised her eyebrows playfully。 “But how do you know for
sure？” she asked。
Her mouth was open； the corners of it quavering up and then down。
Her blue eyes glowed in the light of a passing car。
No； Dan couldn’t imagine her doing any of the things Chuck had
accused her of。 The only thing he could imagine her doing was
kissing him。 But there was time for that later。
“I just don’t see you that way；” he said。
The corners of Serena’s mouth spread wide and she was smiling
again。
“Good；” she said。 She took a deep breath and let her head fall back
against the seat。
Dan let his head fall back beside hers。 “Good；” he agreed； closing
his eyes。
As they sped past the flashing billboards and bright lights of Times
Square； Serena kept her eyes open。 She had always thought Times
Square was ugly and depressing pared to the quiet； manicured
streets of her neighborhood。 But now the brilliant lights and loud
noises and the steam rising from the grates on the corners gave her
hope。 In the darkness of the taxi； she reached for Dan’s hand at the
same moment he reached for hers。
She couldn’t wait to see what would happen next。
Disclaimer： All the real names of places； people； and events havebeen altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent。 Namely； me。
hey people！
Well； I had a great time at Kiss on the Lips。 I must have lost fifteen
pounds dancing—not that I needed to。
Needless to say； I’m feeling good。
Sightings
B and N going into his townhouse together late Friday night。 C
wandering down Tenth Avenue looking to get lucky with some Jersey
girls。 D and J and their scruffy dad eating a family breakfast on
Saturday morning at that diner where they used to film Seinfeld。 V
renting horror movies with her new boyfriend in Brooklyn。 S
handing a black Kate Spade tote bag to a homeless man on the
steps of the Met。
Your E…mail
Hey GG；Just wanted to tell you that I’m writing my college thesis on
you。 You rock！—Studyboy
Dear Studyboy； I’m flattered。 So 。 。 。 what do you look like？ —GG
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
Why worry about college？ I’m having way too much fun right now。
And there are so many questions to be answered：
Will S and D fall in love？ Will S grow tired of his corduroys？
Will J swear off high society and fancy dresses and stick to friends
her own age （even if they’ll never be her bra size）？
Will V bust out and start wearing all sorts of bright colors？ Will she
grow her hair？ Will she and that bartender get it on？
Will B stay with N？
Will C stop harassing young girls and admit that he’s a loser？
Will S really make a movie？ She’s never even used a disposable
Polaroid。
Will people stop talking about all of the above？
It’s unlikely。 I know I won’t。 It’s all so good。
Until next time。
You know you love me；