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Allegory Monday the Wakefield Doctrine the party moves into the adult zone

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

(When last we looked in on our friends: Sam escaped the clutches of Jen (or Jennie) and was walking into a potentially exciting, if not unpredictable, situation,  Violet resolves to stop being sensible and embarks on a mission that, at once exciting, is not without considerable personal, professional and (even) emotional risk and Mel…now where the hell is Mel!?!  If you are new to the Series, the completes story is on this Page).

“…and then my uncle Victor says to the Board, ‘…because he’s my goddamn nephew!!’ Jimmie was attempting to come across as being very sophisticated, but was, in fact,  answering a question that Alex didn’t really want an answer to,  “and so here I am, a man on the move up in the Corporation!

Her eyes closing as she continued to dance, Alex began to regret saying yes when Jimmie asked her to dance. Feeling the attention of everyone in the room when she walked into the Samba Room, was good. It made her feel that old excitement, that sense of being alive in a roomful of people who were all potential conquests. But now, 20 minutes later, the initial excitement over, and despite closing her eyes in the hope that Jimmie would get  that what she wanted to do was dance, not talk, Alex could hear Jimmie’s’ whisky-scented words on her ear,

“...said, my uncle is watching my progress in the Corporation” Jimmie’s voice penetrated the illusion of privacy that her eye lids had promised.  Despite his unrelenting effort to impress her, Alex suddenly realized that she was totally enjoying dancing to the  set of music from the 1970s, ‘…can’t imagine why my parents seemed so down on the 1970’s , this music is perfect for fun-dancing’, Alex thought.
Caught up in the simple pleasure  of letting her body respond to the rhythms of the music, Alex found her mind drifting back to the years when she moved to the city, Wharton MBA in one hand and a job Offer in the other even with so much hard work required every day, she always seemed to have time on the weekends to spend with friends, when she moved to the city to start her career at the Corporation.  Elbowing aside her reminiscing, like a drunk at the bar when last call is announced, Alex thought she heard Jimmie say something that sounded like, “…are you serious?” Hoping to get  in one more dance before having to deal with Jimmie, Alex barely slowed her body as the band broke into an old disco standard, ‘Best of My Love’,
….in the split second of silence between the last note of one song and the first note of the next, she heard a decidedly contralto voice say,  “yeah, as a matter of fact, I am cutting in”.  By now the band was at full volume,  normal speech volume again impossible, so Alex simply smiled at the girl dancing in front of her.  Jimmie, looking unable to decide if he should be angry or intrigued, stepped away from the two women.

“… now, this evening has definitely taken a turn for the interesting” thought Alex as she  met the challenge in the attractive young girls eyes. Returning her smile, no longer wanting to hide behind closed eyes, Alex began to feel like she had made the correct decision again. ‘You haven’t lost it, girl’, Alex laughed inwardly, ‘back in the day, before you could afford the designer clothes and $500 shoes everyone  waited for you to arrive before the real party could begin… and seemingly out of nowhere, the thought formed in her mind, ” maybe the career success, the corner office thing is not the end all and be all, what good is the success, if I don’t have fun in life and have someone to share it with?”

Abandoning herself to the music, Alex felt like she was 23 years old again…

Meg stared at the guy walking towards her. Her first impression was that of a very well-dressed man, professional and confident. As Sam got closer, that impression…. changed.  The clothes were very expensive, but  worn and a bit frayed… and his shoes, Meg thought, “My God! those are Berluti!! what the hell...?”. But then, as he drew closer, she could see that the heels were a bit worn, “new soles and heels for that pair will cost more than I make in a week… well, maybe one of my ‘off weeks’ “! Meg laughed to herself.

I said, …if you’re not careful, you could pop out of the cake prematurely…do they have a signal to let you know when to jump up?” Sam was talking as he approached the scantily clad girl. She seemed hesitant to climb the stepladder that was set up to allow access into the cake through a round, manhole-like opening in the top…all and all, a very precarious arrangement. But there was something to the look in this girls eyes that made Sam think that it was not a  fear of heights, it was something else entirely.

“Well, ya know, I really kinda doubt that anyone in this crowd will be shocked by a premature pop-up“, Meg laughed and found herself relaxing from the very weird feeling that had come over her when she looked up at the top of the giant birthday cake. Hearing Sam’s laughter mix in with her own, Meg decided that, no matter how her performance in the cake was received, she was going to end up with something from the evening that she had not anticipated.

If you’d like and think it will help, when they wheel the cake out on the stage, I’ll shout out all the significant stats from this years’ League Baseball season” Sam offered as Meg began the climb into the giant birthday cake.

Trust me“, Meg smiled, “the girl jumps out of the cake at the right moment tonight…I know what I’m doing” Her smile faded as she crouched down in the hidden space, the look that Sam had noticed when he first approached returned to her face. Seeming to make a sudden decision, Meg stood back up and leaned close to Sam, who was stepping off the ladder, and whispered, “Do me a favor and wait for me after my performance, maybe we can go somewhere for breakfast.

Not sure why the girl felt the need to whisper, Sam whispered back, “…the Red Sox ranked second in the League for the number of games with a player left stranded on 3rd base“.
Meg laughed sharply and pulled the lid over the hidden access. As he watched, 2 of the Waiters maneuvered the wheeled table near the door that opened on to the stage in the Samba Room.

Well, this seems to be going… as I planned?” Violet still somewhat in shock at the boldness of her actions, realized that she was slipping back into her more normal mental state, thinking and analyzing her own every move… “oh well, the benefits of mental laryngitis!” she thought, as she danced with the stunning woman, who was smiling at her as they moved to the music.   Feeling her confidence slipping away, Violet thought, “Fortune favors the bold…” and laughed out loud at how silly she sounded to herself.
Hearing the girl laugh, Alex forced herself back to the present. “You’re the girl from the Research Department, Violet isn’t it? I’ve heard some pretty impressive things about you”, Alex moved close enough to be heard without having to shout over the music.

Violet stared back at the woman who managed to appear so relaxed and at the same time totally focused on her, sensing that her own bravado was slipping away said, “Well, they’re all correct and if you give me a chance I can be your biggest asset”.
Alex, never taking her eyes off the young woman, smiled.

Mel was beginning to think that the party was going to prove to be a failure. Since the young girl from the Research Department abandoned him, he moved from group to group. No one was very interesting at this party, certainly no one who might be of help to him in his efforts to develop his career.
About to give up and leave, Mel noticed a small group standing at one corner of the Dance Floor, only 3 or 4 people, among them the Host of the Party, Jimmie.
Now there is someone who would be interesting to talk to, being a nephew of the CEO of the Corporation and all” this thought  was enough to cause Mel’s path towards the exit to alter itself, bringing him to the edge of the group.
Mel realized that this was not a group centered around the Host, it was a group formed around 2 women dancing… “nothing unusual in that” thought Mel, and then he recognized the two women. It was that young girl from the Research Department, he still couldn’t quite remember her name and Alex Delgiudice!

“Now the party is beginning to be worth my coming out tonight”, Mel thought, his confidence growing as he saw in his mind, the words of a poster that hung on the wall of his college dorm room,   ‘Success in Business begins with people’.

Moving next to Jimmie, Mel leaned over and said, “looks like someone needs to cut in and save Ms. Delgiudice from a boring evening”  and confidently walked up to the couple,

“Do you mind if I cut in?”

 

 

 

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

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  1. Success in Business… bribe a senator… the IRS has a form for that…. in the mean time, Daven thought, “What a wonderful door to have walked into”…. Must share this with the world!……

  2. Oh man, this evening is definitely taking a turn for the interesting, lol!! Love it and seriously keep it coming. This is better than any soap opera or reality TV show on nowadays!! :)

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      @Janine

      yeah, funny thing about characters who start to surprise you (meaning, me of course)… “Hey wait a minute! I’m the Writer here, who said you could do that!?” lol

  3. Molly Molly M. says:

    Excellent!
    I love Sam’s response… suggestive yet conservative.
    Violet seems to be handling herself nicely…
    And I don’t suppose Alex is going to be thrilled with Mel.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      @Molly

      …who isn’t pulling up their chairs and handing out the popcorn as Mel goes charging into … lol even the newest of Readers of the Wakefield Doctrine, experienced a sharp in-take of breath as a result of that move

      I think Meg and Sam have the potential of being a very hot couple and who isn’t rooting for Violet!!

  4. Loved reading the post with the sing playing. Added to the fun!
    Is it me or am I the only one following this as an “allegory” for the Wakefield Doctrine?
    I can’t decide but I think I’m most interested watching the development between Sam (a clark) and Meg (a scott). Typically there is an attraction between these 2 personality types. And a good pairing, (if only initially), when it comes to couples.
    scotts are both challenged and excited by a clark’s lack of, how to say… recognition of what he/she is supposed to do when confronted by them.
    clark’s don’t “scare” the same way rogers do and they don’t take up the “battle cry” the way some scotts may. scotts can so go along with a clark when it comes to adventure. clarks are imaginative and playful and willing to try anything. This compliments well with a scott’s need for movement, energy and quest for a good time.
    Meg senses in Sam a potential suitable “partner in crime”.

    The relationship dynamics are everywhere in the story today.

  5. Emily says:

    Oh that Mel! Can’t wait to see Alex’s response to him! And of course, the cake scene should be a doozy! Looking forward to the next installment…

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      @Emily

      …I’m not sure about Mel anymore. At first I thought, ‘ok a bit of stick in the mud’ but at the party he has been kind of a drag…and now this (to his credit, Mel does have most Reader’s attention lol)

  6. Cyndi says:

    That is one heck of a party! Wow and there are all sorts of fun characters! :)

  7. Jennifer says:

    I’m with DS#1 about Sam and Meg.

    Love the way this party has, at least for me, been developing as would one of those page-turning paperback books you pick up at an airport and finish by the time the plane has landed. Which, btw, is a *good* thing! Makes one almost forget they are reading the Doctrine within the Doctrine.

    Can’t wait to see what Sam’s stats are at the end of the party.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      @Jennifer

      I agree, what’s more…. if this was a 1980’s TV you know Meg and Sam would have a spin-off show of their own (which I, for one would watch lol)

  8. OK, so the relationships in this story got me to thinking about a comment a co-worker made to me the other day. My “work friend”, a scottian female, was doing a pick up at the register. I was in a “mood” – mix of scottian “who gives a fuck” and cutting, clarklike irony filled humor of the dark variety.(but funny lol)
    As rebuttal to whatever response I had just given her she says to me: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. You’re making me nervous.” (Said with uncertain smile to her voice.)

    What was this scott reacting to? What was she picking up on from me, the clark. It sometimes puzzles me when I get these remarks. Is it that my behavior was so uncharacteristic of the me she’s used to? I am thinking it’s not as simple as that.
    My reaction, btw was not clarklike. I just ignored her. Or is that clarklike? LOL

  9. Jennifer says:

    Remember, you’re talking about a scott. Scotts like to keep it simple. They don’t get ambushed much so I’d say that yes, your uncharacteristic behavior sent out an alarm, if you will, to the predator.