So yesterday, after we were done with all the press conferences we'd scheduled and the promotions and signing stuff, Katie and I just sat together in a hotel (we didn't do anything, silly!) and I asked her, far away from any cameras or reporters or publicists, how she felt about the engagement. Mind you I didn't doubt her for a second, but being a gentleman, I wanted to make sure she didn't feel we were rushing into it or anything. I mean, she still had the tan line from her last engagement ring! Well, I looked deeply into her eyes, and I asked her,
"Katie, do you really want this? Do you really want to be my wife?"
...and do you know what she said?
"Tom, I'm just...so...in love!"
I flashed my toothy grin at her, and we hugged. It was so special. It was just like that episode where Dawson asked Joey to tell him how she felt about him, except Dawson wasn't sixteen years older than Joey. That doesn't matter though; I know exactly how he felt. It's amazing -- Joey didn't make eye contact with Dawson in that scene, and Katie still has trouble looking into my eyes when she tells me she loves me! I think this is how the French say it, that life imitates art (or is the other way around?) But either way, I know Katie would never lie to me (or to the Church of Scientology) about how she felt, so I felt so much better afterward. I even vowed never to jump on a piece of American-made furniture again -- I've already proved my manhood to Katie in movies such as Top Gun, The Last Samurai, and Vanilla Sky.
After we hugged, we went out to dinner, and talked about her handlers, and my handlers, and we
We can't handle the truth!
One of a few good men,
The English Cruisader,
I thought of all of those myself!
Well, not all of them. Katie helped me with the first three. That's what couples do!