I have been asked, what happened between Syd Poole and Lily Poon after they met on that Chinese New Year in 1997? (Mellow Yellow 16) Theirs is a true love story crossing racial and cultural boundaries. I don't make any apologies if you find this story is a little slow-paced. That is the way people make love in the Far East. Please enjoy the story of how Syd and Lily got laid.
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Syd Poole put the Daimler into gear and drove back to the Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club. Susan's words rang in his ears: "Take it slow with Lily. Chinese women don't like to be rushed." Syd didn't mind taking it slow; super-aggressive women had always been a turn-off for him. There were other reasons to take it slow. Despite their language difficulties, Lily Poon fascinated Syd. She was an intelligent, multi-layered individual, exuding wholesomeness. Damn, she was shy. Syd thought about how much fun he would have peeling away those defensive layers in search of the real Lily Poon. No, Syd wasn't in any rush at all.
Certainly Lily made no effort to flaunt her sex. Her hair looked as if her stylist only knew the inverted bowl method of styling hair. Lily's clothes were strictly business and old-fashioned business at that. Round John Lennon glasses perched on a moon face completed the picture of a middle-aged woman completely uninterested in men. Yet, Syd saw the odd streak of femininity when Lily would flash a smile at something she found amusing.
At the Yacht Club, Lily was ushering the remnants of the New Year celebrants out the door. Wei-Li, the bouncer, was pouring the more drunken revelers into waiting taxis. Lily's thoughts turned to the strange Englishman she had talked to for an hour. No, Syd hadn't acted strangely. It was just that she had never encountered an Englishman quite like Syd. Lily didn't know many English men, or women for that matter. In fact, outside of her teenaged son and the men who worked for the Club, she never talked to a man. The Club members, Chinese and English alike, treated Lily like the dining room furniture, as if they knew she had no money and no hope of ever making it into their social class.
Lily thought Syd was strange because he seemed to be genuinely interested in her as a person. Lily had never met a man, English or Chinese, who treated her as an equal. Yet, Lily could talk to Syd and feel that he really listened to her. Most men usually listened to only what they wanted to hear, or rather just took notes, as a way of finding the most direct route into the woman's pants. Lily hoped that Syd wasn't that kind of false listener. As Lily closed the door behind the last staff to leave, she spied the ugly black car in which Mr. Burnhamthorpe and Dr. Wu left the party. Yes, Syd had come back for her. Wasn't that also strange? Syd was a man who did what he promised to do.
Syd flashed the headlights and Lily waved. She got her coat and, when she locked the door, Syd was standing by the open passenger door of the Daimler, bowing and motioning to Lily to get in. Lily proudly sat in the back seat of the limousine as Syd drove through the narrow, dark streets of Hong Kong. Syd rolled down the glass partition and continued his conversation with this intriguing woman. Lily appeared to like him but she didn't come on to him in an obvious way, white woman style.
When Syd reached Lily's apartment building, he hopped out and opened the door with another bow. As Lily started to step down from the limousine, Syd extended a gloved hand. Lily hesitantly took the hand Syd offered and stepped down. Was that a slight squeeze Lily gave him?
"You have really been most kind Mr. Poole, to drive me home in an official car."
"Well, a lovely lady like yerself ought not to be about in a big city at this time of the morning. May I ask if we can meet again?"
"I would like to but I have two teenage children."
"That's great. I can never go to a Chinese restaurant alone. Can I take you and your family out on Sunday?
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Syd hit it off with Lily and her family. Her two teenagers, Pamela and Patrick took right to Syd, as if he was the father they always wanted. They developed a special bond as the two teenagers helped Syd with his admittedly fractured Cantonese. Pamela and Patrick, in return, insisted that they would only address Syd in English and to never use their Chinese names, Pin-mi and Peng-tan. Syd allowed them to use English names, if it was the cool thing to do but he drew the line when they started to pick up some of his cockney slang.
"You'll use the proper Queen's English if you use any English at all," Syd reminded them sternly.
Being good teenagers, they continued to accumulate as much slang from Syd and MTV as they could. If Lily's children had any objective in life, it seemed that they wanted to become as westernized as possible. If Syd found any fault at all in Pamela and Patrick, it was that they were not traditional Chinese children. Likely, having a working mother and no father had produced this pair of "bananas", yellow on the skin but white inside.
Syd became frustrated that Lily kept putting off visiting his apartment. They had been going out steadily for three months and every time Syd suggested that she drop by for a little cuppa, Lily always said that she had to go home to keep an eye on her kids. If he were dating an English woman, Syd would have bedded her long before now. Syd wasn't sure if that was the nature of the Chinese mother or if Lily was using the children as a way of avoiding sex. After all, Pamela and Patrick had to be the best-behaved pair of teenagers Syd had ever met. Those two would never get into and trouble. No, Lily was just making excuses.
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The two teenagers Pamela and Patrick walked home in silence. Dressed in their dark school uniforms, they looked and acted like acolyte monks instead of big city teenagers. Usually they discussed on the way home all the latest Hong Kong movies and Vanessa-Mae CDs. Today, they were deep in thought about the same thing. Of course, not being the same gender, they thought about the problem in different ways. Finally, Pamela broke the silence:
"I think that we're being a drag on the romance between Mother and Mr. Poole. I suspect that she actually uses us as an excuse so they're never alone together. We've got to do something."
"What am I supposed to do? I'm just Mother's little son and I doubt that she would ever take my advice. I like the guy and he likes us. Also, I think he's crazy about Mother but Mr. Poole isn't Chinese. I just don't think that Mother would ever go for a white guy. And, what would my friends say if I got a white stepfather?"
"Don't be prejudiced. Your biological father's Chinese and he's an arsehole. You said it yourself that you actually like Mr. Poole. Stop worrying about what your friends think and worry about Mother for a change. Haven't you noticed how happy she's been since she met Mr. Poole at New Year? Don't you appreciate that she isn't on your case all the time about the messes you make? Of course, Mother would go for Mr. Poole. They just need some time alone."
"I guess you're right. I should do something about this. But how can we make sure they have some time alone when she wants us home before 2200 every night? You know that she has this thing about being a good Chinese mother and setting an example for us. She's always at home waiting for us."