Channing Tatum looks smokin' fine for the March 2011 issue of GQ.
The 30-year-old actor, who next appears in the Eagle, gives me all kinds of reasons to love him in the article. Including:
1. An appreciation for morning beer:
"I'm having a beer," Tatum announces, cracking open a can of Rusty's Coors Light. He hands me one. "You should have one, too. It'll make us both feel better."
2. No shame of his stripper past:
"This is going to be crazy," he recalls saying to a fellow dancer, who is still a friend, as they pulled on G-strings for their first shift at a nightclub called Joy. Then they made a pact: "Okay, we're go ing to do this for a little while just to be crazy and insane; then we're getting out."
"I had wanted to tell people," Tatum said in the car. "I'm not ashamed of it. I don't regret one thing. I'm not a person who hides shit."
3. His ability to camp on a whim (with Snuggies!):
There was a Rite Aid in Rosamond, the last outpost of civilization before the barren road that would lead us to Randsburg, and Chan asked the driver to pull over. Inside, he barreled down the aisle and started plucking merchandise from the shelves. A sleeping bag, hat, and jacket for me, plus firewood, a pack of iced Christmas cookies, glow sticks. At the cash register he picked up two Snuggies, just because Snuggies are "hilarious."
"And we're going to need two of those," he told the cashier as we checked out, pointing to a bottle of silver Patrón. "This is going to be so fuunnn."
Oh take me now, Mr. Tatum. Your whole way of life seems all kinds of ideal.
Click inside for more hot pics from the shoot, and over here for more of the cover story.
Happy Wednesday!
