The Opposite Sex 男男女女

Hayman Is May 75I was shown, too early, the sexual urges and desires of the opposite sex.  Yet, I remained ignorant despite the interferences that I’d endured as a child.  I cried each time a boy came close, at the thought of ‘sex’.

My first ‘steady’  boyfriend was an All-Australian boy.  Tall, blond and good looking in a young Bruce Springsteen sort of way, he towered over me at six foot one and a half inches in his bare feet.  A sports jock with a soft centre, C treated me like a delicate flower.  I loved him for it but the memory of my father’s fury at my brother’s choice of an Australian wife haunted me and I decided to let him go.  As gently as I did, he cried.  I will never forget what he said to me before he walked away: it’s usually us who discriminate you!

F was someone I thought my father would accept.  He was from Hong Kong where I was born and six years my senior.  He had completed his studies and was going home to begin his career.  He loved me and wanted to marry me.  I loved him but didn’t want to marry yet: I was only eighteen when we met.

At eighteen, I felt I was too old for school so I’d enrolled into a preparation course for university entrance, cramming two years of school syllabus into one.  At college I found a tenant to share house and through her, I met F.  F was the opposite of C.  He was small and lean and his own inexperience with the opposite sex made him less threatening.

We discovered the pleasures of love making together – from a book.  I remember laughing a lot and was amazed by all the possibilities.  If he was inexpert I was dumb and earned his nickname for me: Stupid Girl.  Our conversation went: (me) no, that’s impossible and (him) no, that’s not what they mean.

When I returned to Hong Kong for my sister’s wedding, F was already working there and wanted us to marry.  I stalled but he gave me an ultimatum: one more year.  He had a mother to please.  I was not desperate for a mother-in-law and we would have had to live with her.  F’s father had a family elsewhere and she was alone.

Having F waiting in Hong Kong I was able to concentrate on my studies once I was back in Sydney.  I took a radical ‘Advanced Secretarial Course’ : a one year, 40 hours a week (9 to 5) course that taught shorthand and typing but we also read English, Business Law and Psychology.  Only 20% of students, and that included me, graduated.

I returned to Hong Kong at the end of 1972 with the prospect of marriage looming, but it was not to be.  By the time I migrated back to Sydney two years later, I was battered and bruised.

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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13 Responses to The Opposite Sex 男男女女

  1. Ooooohh goodness.. I need to devour more.. Please write soon.. ❤️❤️❤️An a young Bruce Springsteen 😍😍😍😍 luckyy!!

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  2. taphian says:

    you should write a book about your life, Mary, I would buy it. Regards Mitza

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  3. mattb325 says:

    Your description of your life is quite amazing. Like the others, the next part of the sage, I’m sure the story will be a cliff-hanger

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  4. Dalo 2013 says:

    Agree with Cynthia, you’ve got a very eloquent writing style and it pulls the reader in. Cheers ~

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  5. Cynthia says:

    Mary, you have such an eloquent way of describing things with just a few words. You’ve left us with a cliff hanger

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