Well, two reminiscences.
As a young man, I misspent a couple of summers on Wreck Beach in Vancouver, which was a completely illegal but widely tolerated nude beach. (Dunno the legal
situation now, but it has become too much of an institution for any civic authority to shut down.)
At the time, most of the people on the beach were relatively young and buff (as I was myself). I went back a few years ago and the majority were still relatively young and buff, but there was a substantial fraction who hadn't left since the '60s.
I just closed my eyes when my contemporaries walked by. (And I'm sure they returned the favour.)
Went cruising with the Admiral this summer. She was nodding off, stretched out on the starboard side of the cockpit
, so I quietly stripped off.
Then I said, in a kind of curious tone, 'Honey what's that?"
Thought I was going to have to hose her down, she was laughing so hard.
Once she sobered up, though, she insisted I dress again.
I guess the romance is gone.