Dear John: You’re hot. Love, Lincee
Remember back in November when I asked you guys if I should go see Dear John? Well last weekend I did. And if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you would have seen from my tweet and status update that I came away, once again, with the knowledge that Channing Tatum is hotter than crap.
The movie was okay. He cried better than I thought he would. But being the hopeless romantic that I am, I walked away with the image of him picking up the girl and kissing her in the rain burned in my memory forever.
Oh to be that girl.
I first loved Channing in She’s the Man. It’s time you know that I have a somewhat unhealthy girl crush on Amanda Bynes, but that’s not my point right now. Channing is so adorable when he isn’t “acting” and let’s himself go in that movie.
But then I really fell in love with Channing during Step Up. Give me a guy who is confident on the dance floor ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.
You know how I love to secretly believe that there is such a thing as spontaneous group dancing.
Oh if that were true.
But this will probably go down as one of my favorite Channing Tatum moments.
Oh to be Ellen.