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Statistics　say　the　average　woman　kisses　twenty…nine　men　before　she　gets　married。　But　my　friends　and　I　have　never　been　average；　and　we’re　a　loooong　way　from　getting　married。　Whether　you　keep　track　with　scratches　on　the　bedpost　or　notches　on　your　lipstick　case；　every　girl　has　her　list　of　conquests。　According　to　my　sources；　one　girl　is　about　to　begin　her　way…more…than…kissed　list　with　none　other　than　N。　Godspeed；　sweetie。　We　are　all　dying　little　deaths　back　in　town。

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q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

I’m　at　my　family’s　boring　vacation　house　in　Newport；　which　is　even　more　boring　than　usual　because　the　power　went　out。　I　was　stargazing　with　my　telescope　and　my　view　landed　on　this　couple　getting　totally　hot　and　heavy　in　the　attic　across　the　bay。　The　shadows　are　ridiculous。　Do　you　know　who　they　are？

—voyeur

a：　Dear　V；

If　it’s　the　couple　I’m　thinking　of；　they　already　have　a　history　of　overexposure　on　the　Internet。　I’ll　spare　them　any　more。　And；　by　the　way；　it’s　more　than　creepy　that　you’re　watching。

—GG

houseguest　hints

As　you’ve　learned　by　now；　home　for　the　holidays　may　be　a　catchy　phrase；　but　it’s　hardly　where　you　want　to　spend　your　entire　break。　You　should　always　have　an　emergency　crash　pad　lined　up；　devoid　of　annoying　relatives　or　whiny　younger　siblings。　What　to　do　when　the　Tribeca　Star；　W　Union　Square；　and　the　Hudson　are　all　full？　Here’s　the　need…to…know　for　holiday　house…crashing。

Give　freely。　They　thought　they　were　done　opening　their　presents；　so　please　your　hosts…to…be　by　bringing　a　bottle　of　wine　and　a　tray　of　Citarella　holiday　cookies。　You’re　practically　guaranteed　the　guest　bedroom。

Show　up　during　the　witching　hour。　You　know　that　time　around　four　o’clock　when　it’s　already　dark；　even　though　it　feels　like　you’ve　only　been　up　for　a　few　hours？　It’s　too　late　to　do　anything　productive；　but　too　early　to　go　out。　Show　up　when　boredom’s　at　its　peak；　and　your　hosts　will　be　thrilled　to　see　you。

Play　the　poor…me　card。　I　don’t　usually　advocate　whining；　but　desperate　times　call　for　desperate　measures。　If　you　truly　have　nowhere　to　go；　let　your　hosts　know　exactly　why。　Honesty　can　go　a　long　way　in　finding　you　a　place　to　stay。

Finally；　once　you’re　settled；　remember　the　three　rules　of　being　a　great　guest：　Don’t　hook　up　on　the　host’s　bed　unless　it’s　with　the　host；　don’t　puke　in　their　planters；　and；　whatever　you　do；　don’t　overstay　your　wele。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

the　ghosts　of　christmas　past

Blair　woke　up　with　a　start　and　impatiently　pushed　Chuck’s　arm　off　her。　She　used　to　think　it　was　cute　that　he　threw　his　arms　over　her　in　his　sleep；　as　if　trapping　her　in　a　hug；　but　right　now　it　felt　suffocating。　The　bedside　lamp　was　on；　meaning　the　electricity　must　have　e　back　in　the　middle　of　the　night。　Outside；　the　snow　had　tapered　into　flurries。　That　meant　there　was　nothing　keeping　Serena　and　Nate　here　anymore。

She　rose　from　the　grand　four…poster　bed　and　threw　on　an　old　pair　of　Habitual　jeans　and　a　Cacharel　black　cardigan；　not　bothering　to　shower。　She　pulled　her　hair　back　in　a　ponytail　and　stomped　toward　the　door。　She　needed　coffee　and　carbs；　and　to　make　sure　nothing　looked　amiss　in　Nate’s　attic　bedroom。

“Morning；　gorgeous。”　Chuck　sat　up；　looking　sleepy　and　satisfied。　“Happy　New　Year’s　Eve　Day！”　He　climbed　out　of　bed；　wearing　Calvin　Klein　boxers　that　hung　low　on　his　hips。　“I　have　a　present　for　you；”　he　murmured；　rifling　through　his　Tumi　leather　suitcase。

“But　why？　Christmas　is　over；”　Blair　pointed　out。　Chuck　had　already　given　her　a　pair　of　sapphire　earrings；　and　they’d　made　plans　to　go　skiing　in　Switzerland　in　January。

“I　know；　but　I　wanted　to　give　you　something　else。　More　like　an　anniversary　present。　I　remember　how　sad　you　were　around　this　time　last　year。　This　year；　I　want　you　to　be　happy。”　Chuck　smiled；　and　Blair　couldn’t　help　but　soften。　“Here　you　go。”　He　handed　her　an　orange　box　with　an　Hermès　ribbon　around　it。

Blair　pulled　the　ribbon　open。　Inside　were　two　enamel　bangle　bracelets；　each　one　printed　with　hieroglyphic　designs。

“It’s　to　remind　you　of　our　first　real　date；”　Chuck　said　softly。　He’d　taken　her　to　London；　to　the　British　Museum；　where　they’d　wandered　through　the　Egyptian　Wing；　then　headed　out　to　a　cute　little　wine　bar；　where　they’d　talked　for　hours。　After　missing　the　last　bus　back　to　Oxford；　they’d　checked　into　a　Bloomsbury　boutique　hotel。　Chuck　had　given　her　the　bed；　insisting　it　was　better　if　he　slept　on　the　floor。

“Thanks。”　Blair　shoved　the　bracelets　onto　her　wrist　and　gave　Chuck　a　peck　on　the　cheek。　But　how　could　she　be　happy　this　New　Year’s　when　everyone　she’d　been　trying　to　get　away　from　had　decided　to　follow　her　here？　She　glanced　out　the　window；　where　snowflakes　were　picking　up　in　speed　and　intensity。　Fan…fucking…tastic。

“What’s　wrong？”　Chuck　gently　rested　his　hand　on　her　arm。

“Nothing！”　Blair　snapped。　“I　need　some　coffee。”

And　a　personality　makeover？

Serena　bed　her　long　blond　hair　back　and　pulled　on　a　black　Marc　Jacobs　sweater　that　had　been　Blair’s　in　high　school。　She　gently　closed　the　door　to　the　guest　room；　where　Dan　was　still　sleeping；　and　headed　toward　the　stairs。　She’d　tossed　and　turned　all　night；　sure　she　could　hear　giggles　ing　from　Nate’s　bedroom。

“Giles　and　I　slept　right　through　the　storm！　We　didn’t　realize　the　power　had　gone　out　until　we　woke　up　to　find　all　the　lights　in　the　house　on。　I　hope　you　slept　okay。　You　look　a　little　tired；　Bear。”　Serena　stiffened　when　she　heard　Harold　Waldorf’s　pleasant；　lawyerly　voice　drift　up　the　stairs。

“I　didn’t　sleep　very　well；”　Blair　grumbled。

“I　can　always　change　room　arrangements　when　your　friends　leave；　so　you　can　get　your　beauty　sleep；”　Harold　offered。

“They’re　n