Live Uncomfortably

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This is a guest post from the very funny Sean Ogle. Sean is a writer in his mid-twenties who is determined to take control of his life and become Location Independent. You can read more of his travel and lifestyle writing on his blog SeanOgle.com.

Before I left for the French Riviera, I had heard about their famous topless beaches from countless people. Interestingly, almost all of these people had nothing good to say about them! Whether the people there were too old, or fat, or whatever, they made it clear that a nude beach was nothing like the dreams of my youth.  Well I have one thing to say:

They are all liars.

When some friends and I arrived in Nice, we set out on a mission to experience a topless beach first hand. Within five minutes of laying down our towels, two of the most gorgeous girls I had ever seen, sat down right next to us and proceeded to remove their tops. What happened to the over-weight 60 year olds everyone had told me about?  I wasn’t prepared for this.

A few minutes went by and the Mediterranean sun was already beginning to take its toll, so my friend Jacob and I decided to go for a swim. Upon entering the water we turned around to notice the two beauties walking towards us in all of their bare-chested glory. Apparently they had asked our other friends to watch their stuff, as evidenced by the hand-gestures my friends were making towards me from the beach. The girls walked up to the water and playfully ran in and out. All I could do was make a stupid joke to them about the water being cold.

Stupid or not, it apparently was the best opening line ever, as the conversation continued for the next 15 minutes. I can only imagine I looked like a bobble head doll - my eyes were fixed on them as their boobs bobbed up and down with the waves.

Later we returned to our spot on the beach, and to my friend’s dismay, they started packing up. Then the unthinkable happened. One girl, Daniella, walked up to me and asked what we were up to that afternoon. It turns out her and some more friends were renting a speedboat to cruise up and down the Mediterranean for the afternoon and asked if we wanted to go. Let me reiterate:

Gorgeous girls, fast boat, French Riviera.

All I could think about it was how this was too good to be true. After about five minutes of giddy-ness, and trying to figure out the fastest way possible to get the 50 Euros (each) required to rent the boat, someone chimed in at an attempt to be the voice of reason.

“THIS DOESN’T HAPPEN!”

Jacob became absolutely convinced that he was going to be the victim of a modern age pirate. He thought he would be robbed and then left out in the middle of the sea for good. His thoughts were so strong in fact, he decided to stay on the beach while we went to meet them at a pub nearby to see if this was actually legit.

But at this point, I was sold no matter what. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  If they wanted to rob me and dump me in the ocean, at least I would die a happy man. As it turns out they wanted to do neither.

We spent the day chasing yachts in Monaco, cliff jumping in Italy, and drinking more wine than I thought possible. To make the day even better, it was France’s annual nationwide festival of music. We carried on our party well into the morning listening to a different band or DJ on every street corner before crashing on the beach with our foreign beauties.
I learned a lesson that day. Sure you have to be safe while traveling, but you can’t miss out on incredible opportunities just because of something that COULD maybe, but probably won’t, happen. So don’t be like Jacob. If a topless girl wants to take you out on a fast boat in the French Riviera, you should probably go. Just a thought.

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Sean’s ‘List‘ of things to do before he dies is very cool. And you should follow him on Twitter if you’re into it.