I've been lucky enough to have dinner with George Lucas and share a glass of wine and a smoke with Janeane Garofolo but my most memorable celebrity date was with Sigourney Weaver. We met at the Il Fornaio on Rodeo Drive for lunch. After a martini (Stoli, dry, with two olives) at the bar I was shown to her table.
She was polite enough to let me have her chair. That was nice of her, else I wouldn't have any place to sit. She didn't stay though, she made some excuse about "paying the bill" and then left the restaurant. I don't know what that was about. The seat was still warm. The heat of Sigourney Weaver's ass warmed my ass. Its like we had sex.