Bill Clinton. On a typical day at the office up in Harlem (are his offices still uptown in NYC?) We'd walk the streets, greet the people, I'd bask in the glow, we'd have lunch at one of the wonderful soul food restaurants, maybe I could sit in on a few meetings with whomever he meets with (just to watch his mind at work).
And of course, the day wouldn't be complete if he didn't try and hit on me.