Yup, we covered this yesterday, but eyewitnesses now confirm that Kate and Matthew Bellamy have been spotted in public together, so you all know what that means: they’re making sweet, sweet love.
According to People magazine eyewitnesses:
Hudson flew to Paris and attended a Muse concert. The next day, “the pair were seen strolling through the Place Vendome, a square in the center of Paris. ‘They seemed very much a couple,’ a witness tells PEOPLE. ‘Just walking together, enjoying the sunshine.’ Later that afternoon, Hudson and Bellamy opted for a late lunch on the Left Bank at the celebrated Brasserie Lipp, leaving through a rear exit of the eatery when photographers turned up.
Damn, does girlfriend work fast. She just went to the concert and the next day, they’re supposedly shackin’ up? Kate Hudson seems like she changes
fuck-buddies boyfriends as often as I change panties … which is a lot. And no, not ’cause I’ve got some kind of gross feminine problem, but because I’m a fanatic about fresh panties in the same way I’m a fanatic about having clean teeth. I brush my teeth three times a day and change my underwear almost as often (if I’m even wearing any that day; it’s a common occurrence that I’m not), so do the math.
But you know, I always liked Kate Hudson. I really, really did. I thought she was just the height of boho-cool when she starred as Penny Lane in Almost Famous. Totally fantastic movie. And not to mention, she’s the daughter of Goldie-fucking-Hawn, who, in my book, is insurmountably epic. Ever see Overboard, the perfect Sunday afternoon movie? Yup. Enough said.
However, since her split with ex-husband Chris Robinson, she just kind of became tacky and unappealing to me. When she was married to Robinson, it was like she was married to one of the guys from Stillwater. It was such a great pairing. But then Kate and Chris separated and Kate began serial-screwing and doing crap movies like Fool’s Gold and Raising Helen. Down. Hill.
Anyway, this is definitely the guy she’s banging, now, and I guess it’ll play out like all of the rest of her short-lived flings have — sex, sex, whining, sex, and finally, the coup de grace, inevitable burnout.
Happy humping, Kate!