My name is Brody McVittie; I’m a twenty-eight year old freelance writer/author from nearby London, Ontario looking to establish myself as some kind of advice-dispensing authority on maintaining a healthy relationship.
Bear in mind, I have no formal training, or overwhelmingly deep insight into just what makes the concept of a man and a woman cohabitating compatible, sustainable, or even feasible.
I have no interest in preaching some ‘holier-than-thou’ gospel about how phenomenal I am at communicating with members of the opposite sex.
To be perfectly honest, I have no suggestions from my proof-reading live-in girlfriend as far as how to tackle the responsibility of dishing out advice on a bi-weekly basis.
Yet, here I am.
So I’m going to take on my assignment the best way I know how—and this might come as a shock—I’m going to be honest.
Brutally,
painfully,
honest.
There’s couples out there cringing at the word right now—and, if my decade-and-a-bit of experience at blowing relationships is any indication, my lack of honesty could very well be the reason Denae became Iwona became Krista became Candace became Donna…etc, etc.
So, for my big debut article next week, I’m going to attempt to tackle the 800lb gorilla so many brave, brave men and women have tried to and failed—
–I’m going to try to be honest with you.
It’s a start, but bear with me—maybe by reading about the wrong way to handle being honest about a ‘guy’s night out,’ you’ll get some insight as to why so many of us make the mistake of lying in the first place.
There’s something in our heads that makes covering up a night of probably-harmless-pretend-debauchery seem like a good idea; the best of us can even smile when we lie to you.
I tried that one—and failed miserably–last Friday night (–as research for my upcoming article, of course.)
So give me a chance Toronto (–this line worked for me Saturday morning–) and I’ll prove to you that you can learn from my many, many mistakes.
Honestly yours,
Brody McVittie
www.brodymcvittie.com
