For a long time I cataloged my tenuous brushes with fame, like I'm sure a lot of people do. John Malkovich grew up in a town 30 minutes from my hometown. Jay Leno was in an airport at the same time I was once. My father sat next to Chuck Mangione's father on a plane once. That kind of crap. I suppose the best one I've ever spouted is that I saw Dane Cook doing stand-up before he was really famous, and I shook is hand in the lobby afterwards. Still, does shaking hands even count as meeting? Nah. And I don't really care about celebrities these days. At all. I mean, yes, if Brad Pitt wants to come over and have dinner, I will die of excitement, but I have no desire to "meet" him by spotting him randomly somewhere or paying to go to some big thing where I get to brush shoulders with famous people.

So, the real answer to the question is Silver Ravenwolf. She was at a Pagan festival I was at once, and I got a Tarot reading from her and chatted with her for a bit. Our "meeting" lasted about 30 minutes, and I paid $50 for the Tarot reading, so it's not like it was very personal, but there ya go.