The Object of his Affection

After watching Monday's episode of Oprah, I can't get two questions out of my head--

Has Tom Cruise lost his mind?

Will Katie Holmes flee in panic?

Cruise spent his hour with Oprah singing the praises of his new love Katie Holmes (while he wasn't plugging his new movie "War of the Worlds.") He was positively goofy and giddy, jumping on the couch, and repeatedly going into a strange arm-flex, knee-bend stance. He kept gushing about how extraordinary, talented, and giving Holmes was.

For a minute it was cute, then when he kept going it was over the top, then it all got a little weird. They've been dating for about a month.

Holmes told Seventeen magazine that she "used to think I was going to marry Tom Cruise." Fantasies are safe because they don't come true. (Harrison Ford was my dream man for years, but now that he's ditched his wife to hook up with someone close to my age, that seems pretty tacky.)

What would it be like to step through the looking glass and have this fantasy become your reality--with Tom Cruise practically dropping to his knee to propose on national TV?

Dating the most famous man on the planet, getting married and becoming stepmom to two his kids, integrating yourself into a power couple where Tom will always be the most famous half? Who knows. He could be wonderful, but it doesn't sound like an easy job to me.