'S right. I just gave the exact degree of the relationship. 
At present, I am the only person in the whole wide world who bears the relationship stated above. There’s a family wedding next year which will grant another man the exact same relationship via the late JE’s other ex-sister-in-law. Slightly complex, but by showbiz standards, not hugely.
Back in the early 1980’s I had about a five month affair with a former goalie for the Baltimore Blast soccer team.
For awhile in the 1990’s I was married to a semi-famous Science Fiction artist. We had a lot of sex.
Do they count?
The closest I ever came to gettin’ jiggy with someone famous was when my friend worked at the hotel where The Talking Heads were staying during one of their concerts in the 80s. We had back-stage passes, which was cool in and of itself. So, we’re chatting up the band members and the congo player asked us if we wanted to go back with them to the hotel to do some skinny-dipping. My friend wasn’t allowed to be in the hotel unless she was working, so we took a pass. I still wish I would have gone without her, but I thought it would be rude to GET the opportunity because of her, and then ditch her because of the hotel rules.
Kermit.
As my mom tells it my aunt slept with Charlie Parker when he was playing in their hometown. (my aunt and Charlie are both deceased so I don’t suppose they’ll mind me revealing this) I’ve been reading his biography and apparently he had quite the appetite for sex.
I know somebody who’s a close friend of Beverly D’Angelo’s father. He hates Al Pacino on an intensely personal basis.
Nothing from me, but when I was in highschool, I found out that one of my teachers had dated Janis Joplin. I thought it was cool, but I can’t say I was all that surprised because it was obvious this guy had fried his brain a long, long time ago.
Case in point: He would give out assignments with no due date; I spent a lot of time goofing off in class and still got an 80; you could ask a question and he would give you an answer on a completely different subject.
At least he wasn’t boring, though.
In fairness, the tongue touching business was years before the SDMB was even a gleam in Cecil’s eye.
It is interesting timing that this Q&A thread came along so close to Anaamika’s chastisement thread, though…
Interesting… or suspicious?
I went to college with a woman who claimed to be the mistress of Gordon MacRae (Curly, in the 1955 Oklahoma).
I smooched Pat Benatar in the early eighties.
A former co-worker of a friend of mine once slept with David Lee Roth, and got backstage at a NIN show but Trent Reznor apparently walked past everyone there with a blonde stripper-type. I got this story directly from the FOAF though, so I’m still telling it. I think there may have been others but I don’t remember the whole conversation, it was a couple of years ago and there was alcohol involved. She’s incredibly successful now as an, um, marital aids salesperson.
As for me, I’ve had a part-time job for many years doing sports/concert security and there was an NHL player about ten years ago who used to flirt with me a lot, but both times I bumped into him at a restaurant after games and he was obviously trying to get somewhere, I was utterly oblivious and didn’t realize what he was getting at till later. (See guys, it’s not just you - women can be romantically retarded too.) He ended up marrying someone else, and I wish him all the happiness in the world because he’s a really nice guy. But it’s just as well it wasn’t me because now he’s going bald and started listening to country music.
That’s funny, so did my wife (except it was in the 1970s when Pat Benatar worked a the same restaurant here in Richmond).
Oh yes, she was truly a cool Latin teacher. I loved her to pieces. She taught French and geometry as well. When I found out she was retiring at the end of my freshman year, I figured there was no reason to go back to high school (and I didn’t).
Whoa, how did I get dragged into this?
Bricker, I thought it was private!
Anyway, an ex-coworker dated Theo from the Cosby Show for a couple of dates but broke up with him, because in her words, “he had roamin’ hands.”
I quickly scrolled through the thread to see if someone had made the reference. I would have had you not given me the shining example of resolve.
For twenty minutes?
The closest I get is this: My mom’s really good friend (their whole family are good family friends) dated the Governator for a while.
Via swinging, I’ve slept with a number of semi-famous women.
The top two are probably Nina Hartley, and the wife of a prominent political consultant (they were ‘outed’ as swingers in 1996).
Last year my boss introduced me to her friend from California. She made it a point to tell me that she was currently dating Kenny Loggins then gave me a look like I was supposed to be impressed.
I couldn’t help but say “Geezus, is that guy still around?”
I’m pretty sure she hated me from that point forward.
Now THAT is cool!