<span class=normal>As youll have known by now and are familiar with my massage rejection offered by Amy Jackson, and the next few minutes spent with her on bed doing yoga (yes, we were on bed and do not make any assumptions please!). In some designer dress that makes her look like a hippie, Jackson goes no-holds-barred on the bed posing for crazy pictures and one has that sense she isnt calibrating her career in Indian cinema, shes here to stay for a long time and enjoying her new found status. I glance at her as she takes her sandals off and hops on the bed. In a second she chants Om Om Om and then wears the mens sunglasses and offers me an offer (that this time) I couldnt refuse, Can you teach me how to cook food? I want to learn. My hormones were dancing inside me. Hell yea!!! Hell yea Amy. I will teach you how to cook, I answer. Suddenly I felt like Id developed an eloquent British accent. Everything about Amy is of a surprising proportion - her house, her talks, her mannerisms, her humour and her generosity. For a minute I forgot I was talking to the most talked about face on Page 3 and the most featured face on the glossy magazines. For me, she was simply Amy - Amy I knew from my UK days? Amy I made friends with on social networking sites? Or the Amy Ive always wanted to meet? Shes got all the qualities of your best friend - all smiley, gee-whiz confidence, full of hugs and exclamation points. That was it! She kept talking, smiling and hugging like my best friend... and I simply refused to grow up. <BR><BR><br><p class=clear>&nbsp;</p>Part 2 of the exclusive On a Date with Amy Jackson continues... </span>