It’s no secret that Gwyneth Paltrow had tons of affairs while surreptitiously monogamous, but that was before she was locked in a battle to see who can be the most courteous separatist and still have sex with other people because it’s important to prove she lives on transcendental plane of conscious that extends far beyond the reach of mortal means. I heard it even has falafel. Which brings us to talk of Gwyneth’s new suitor and his floppish locks of hair, glistening in the moonlit sun. (I have no idea what that even means.) Page Six reports:
Gwyneth Paltrow was seen on a date with a “hot young guy” with dirty blond hair at Narcissa in the Standard East Village Tuesday.
“He had curly, shaggy hair and looked like he was in his 30s,” says our witness. “I think they may have been holding hands.”
Of course, I’m sure this has nothing to do with Chris Martin going on BBC Radio and boasting to the entire world that he eat meats now that he’s no longer confined to his spiritual discard’s nutritional sacrament. Gwyneth Paltrow is of royal lineage and royal lineage doesn’t revenge fuck on foreign soil. Every pauper knows this.