As Rosey Grier once sang Chris, “It’s alright to cry.”
On letting his emotions rule: “I cry all the time—at work, at the shrink’s, with my lady. The Notebook killed me. Up destroyed me. Up was like the animated Amour.”
More from Chris.
On keepin’ it tight: “I work out because that’s my job. What I enjoy about it, beyond the vanity, is the Zen of it. I like getting out of my head: One great way is to sweat your face off. I appreciate that if you’re thinking of anything else, you’re not working intensely enough.”
He was a weirdo in school, supposedly: “Just looking at a girl felt awkward. When you feel like an oddball, it never really leaves you. Even now, I’m better around people who are uncomfortable with themselves, the misfits.”
What he would cook you if you were his girlfriend: Steak: Sear the meat to create a few nice lines. Know how long to grill it so you only have to flip it once.”
Hey Chris, I love steak! Call me!
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