What you didn't know is that Cohen made his way to JR's after the parade was over. At least, Cohen made it to the front of the bar, where he was immediately hounded by star struck fan-boys, fan-girls, and fan-shims (she+him). There were plenty of photo opportunities to be had (Cohen accommodated many picture requests). Eventually, Cohen and his friends retreated to the outside bar/smoking patio.
At that time, more people were either awkwardly gawking, taking pictures, or attempting to make their way over to Cohen's group.
Eventually, one male patron was crowned the winner of the night — even though he looked younger than me and I am close to celebrating my first anniversary of legal drinking — when Cohen eagerly squeezed the young man's (or twink's) butt for the majority of their conversation.
The two traded numbers along with the dialogue, but who knows if anything happened from there.
If a celebrity — in this case well-known host/producer with famous friends — hits on you, would you say yes? And FYI, I was simply outside having a cigarette, not stalking.