Randomly I picked up the tattered In Touch magazine sitting dog-earedly on a chair to my left.  Brad Pitt.  Angelina Jolie.  Bel Baca.  “Whaaaaaat?!”  There it was.  A photo of ME with a male stripper.  Yes, male stripper Channing Tatum!So clearly Channing Tatum used to be a male-stripper.  I remember that night even though it was some years ago.  I was in college.  My boy-crazy roommate Kerry had dragged me out with the girls for a male revue featuring Chip’n Dale dancers.  The night was more rowdy than sensual with us girls screaming and laughing as the sweaty muscular men in cowboy outfits girated onstage. 

The blonde one with the spiky hair fearlessly walked up to me after the dance, and after a snippet of conversation, grabbed my hand and placed it inside his g-string.  Yes, I felt that.  That was Channing Tatum (his wife is a lucky woman).  I was shocked and giggly and quickly handed him some dollar bills, smiled for a photo Kerry forced me to take and then he walked off.  Out of my life forever.  That is, until I just now saw our picture in the Jan 18th issue of In Touch magazine.  It’s also a full page in the Sept issue of Star magazine and on three different websites.   My dad will be so proud.  Not about that, though.  About the fact that I actually made it to Planned Parenthood and got some birth control.