Mr. dB said:
I've told this story before, but:
In 1974, when I was an 18 year old college freshman at the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville, Bill Clinton ran for a seat in the US Congress that had been occupied for years by Republican John Paul Hammerschmidt.
One Saturday morning that October I got up, stumbled into the communal dorm facilities for my morning shower, went back to my room, and as I was drying off there was a knock at the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist and answered, and there was Bill Clinton with his hand out. He was canvassing the dormitories for votes.
I shook his hand, he asked me if I was registered to vote, I said yes, he asked if he could count on my support in November, and I told him that I was registered in my home congressional disctrict, where another Democrat candidate needed my support. He told me that I still had time to change my registration, which I politely declined. We shook hands again and he went to knock on the next dorm room door.
So that's how I met Bill Clinton while half naked, soaking wet, and underage. I hope someday to get a chance to relate that story to him. I almost did last fall when he was in town for the Clinton Library dedication ceremony and he visited my place of work, but there were too many people competing for his attention and I didn't want to force the issue.