Kissed me goodbye!

I met Bono when I was about 17 (a great story, too long and involved to go into any detail here) and he was lovely. Really, truly lovely -- he took the time to talk at length (we hung out for about an hour in his hotel room), ask me questions about my life/political thoughts/etc., talk to me about what they were doing musically (he was actually describing the album that would become The Joshua Tree), etc. The encounter was capped off by him walking me to the elevator and kissing me -- kissing! me! -- goodbye. So no matter how ridiculous he sometimes has gotten since then (and despite the fact I haven't bought a U2 record since Zooropa), I always remember how incredibly kind and respectful he was to me.