(DailyMail.co.uk) When Genevieve Cook first met Barack Obama in the kitchen of a
mutual friend’s New York flat, he was wearing jeans, a T-shirt and a dark
It was 1983, and she was impressed when this cool, self-assured young man could
tell immediately she was Australian.
In those days most Americans, even supposedly cosmopolitan New Yorkers,
couldn’t tell a Cockney from a Kiwi.
As the night wore on, they sat close together on an orange beanbag in the hall
while Cook swigged Baileys Irish Cream straight from the bottle. They exchanged
phone numbers and the self-assured Obama didn’t waste time. Within days, he was
cooking her dinner at his apartment.
‘Then we went and talked in his bedroom,’ Cook recalled. ‘And then I spent the
night with him.