Novelty has worn off
For the past few weeks I have a guy about 10 yrs younger than me staying with me. We get along great. One of the main reasons that I have allowed him to stay far longer than my average house guest is that he is fine with my nudity. But so far he has remained modest around me.
Partially due to temps I have been wearing an open long sleeve shirt just to stay warm during our chilly Indiana spring. Looks like 2 weeks and he will be moving out. The novelty of having a roomie is wearing out after all the years of solo living.
I am comfortable being nude around him and he makes no comment unless once in a while in a joking manner. Not in any way a condemning manner. But yes our different comfort levels for bare skin certainly plays a roll in it. He is gone most of the day but not exactly set hours
so I cannot always count on him being gone for a given period of time. So making plans with anyone else who might not be as comfortable with a clothed guy while we are nude is not as easy. He will be living only a few minutes from me and we plan to still get together on a frequent basis. We are both enjoying our regular Scrabble, Rummy Cube, Pounce, Bitch Rummy games . It has been an unexpected treat and the extra income plus his wonderful contributions to the dinner table are both pluses.
Long ago I realized that what those around me chose to wear was not something I was going to be concerned about. My concern is the attitude of others regarding what i choose to wear. If they do not object to my nudity then Im happy regardless of their attire.
After I moved out of my parents house and just before going to college, I had 3 roommates who shared the rent for about a year, one was a sometimes nudist, the others would never go nude. Most of the time I was nude when it was warmer, and would only dress if the others GF showed up. I had nudist friends who would often show up, and everyone was nude time except for the 2 roommates who basically put up with us and drink our free beer.
The sometimes nudist would join in once in a while, but if one of the other roommates showed up he would dress. While I never questioned his thoughts on this, it did seem that there was some sort of pressure to dress there. There were times we would visit his parents in Arizona, and we would walk around nude until they showed up. They also had a separate house we often used, rarely being clothed at all there.
When I moved to San Diego and entered college, I always got upstairs apartments which sort of isolated me from prying eyes. I did have roommates and GFs who joined me nude, those were the 70s, we were hippies, and nudity was the norm for my generation. While most of my roommates would not go nude, only one made comments about my lack of clothes, like "isnt it a bit cold", or "are you not afraid what the neighbors would say". Usually the curtains on that side of the apartment were closed and they could not see anything. In those days I played a lot of chess, and would invite others over to play, These were times when I would actually dress for the occasion, but sometimes it was just my college gym shorts. If it was my roommate or my GF, I would not. The teenager son of one of my neighbors would show up to play as well, and I would be clothed, though one time I caught him looking through my bedroom window, so I put up foil on that window. he never said anything so there was nothing to worry about, I never knew if he saw anything.
There was another roommate who was textile when he moved in, he eventually would sleep in his room nude with the door closed, then he would go from his room to the bathroom nude, and finally he would go nude around the apartment. My problem with him was he was basically an annoying gamer and he with his D&D friends were basically a bother to be around while I was doing homework. These guys were rather crude individuals without much of an education. Additionally I was going through a tough time while I quitting drinking and their alcohol use was a bad influence, so I would leave the apartment to go study at school or go to a nudist friend's house who did not mind me studying for hours at a time. They were a wonderful family and they had a nice heated pool. Eventually I told the room mate it was not working out, and asked him to leave.
For my textile roommates it was a mix of humor about the naked guy, or just normal talk that turned to just normal every day conversations. When they seemed to be staring, I said talk to me not my body. Most did not care.
After I moved out of my parents house and just before going to college, I had 3 roommates who shared the rent for about a year, one was a sometimes nudist, the others would never go nude. Most of the time I was nude when it was warmer, and would only dress if the others GF showed up. I had nudist friends who would often show up, and everyone was nude time except for the 2 roommates who basically put up with us and drink our free beer.The sometimes nudist would join in once in a while, but if one of the other roommates showed up he would dress. While I never questioned his thoughts on this, it did seem that there was some sort of pressure to dress there. There were times we would visit his parents in Arizona, and we would walk around nude until they showed up. They also had a separate house we often used, rarely being clothed at all there.When I moved to San Diego and entered college, I always got upstairs apartments which sort of isolated me from prying eyes. I did have roommates and GFs who joined me nude, those were the 70s, we were hippies, and nudity was the norm for my generation. While most of my roommates would not go nude, only one made comments about my lack of clothes, like "isnt it a bit cold", or "are you not afraid what the neighbors would say". Usually the curtains on that side of the apartment were closed and they could not see anything. In those days I played a lot of chess, and would invite others over to play, These were times when I would actually dress for the occasion, but sometimes it was just my college gym shorts. If it was my roommate or my GF, I would not. The teenager son of one of my neighbors would show up to play as well, and I would be clothed, though one time I caught him looking through my bedroom window, so I put up foil on that window. he never said anything so there was nothing to worry about, I never knew if he saw anything.There was another roommate who was textile when he moved in, he eventually would sleep in his room nude with the door closed, then he would go from his room to the bathroom nude, and finally he would go nude around the apartment. My problem with him was he was basically an annoying gamer and he with his D&D friends were basically a bother to be around while I was doing homework. These guys were rather crude individuals without much of an education. Additionally I was going through a tough time while I quitting drinking and their alcohol use was a bad influence, so I would leave the apartment to go study at school or go to a nudist friend's house who did not mind me studying for hours at a time. They were a wonderful family and they had a nice heated pool. Eventually I told the room mate it was not working out, and asked him to leave.For my textile roommates it was a mix of humor about the naked guy, or just normal talk that turned to just normal every day conversations. When they seemed to be staring, I said talk to me not my body. Most did not care.
I have read elsewhere of situations where a group of young men shared a house, once one of them started being nude, the others followed rather quickly, Unfortunately, it didn't work that way for you.
There are very few situations where I wear more than gym shorts at home in warm weather. Not for tradesmen, solicitors, frequent visitors etc. When I first retired, my wife would ask me to put a shirt on when she was having a friend visit for lunch. After declining politely a few times, I said that if she didn;t stop asking me to put a shirt on, I would start asking if I had to put shorts on. While I wouldn't be nude in front of female company and I think she knew that, she got the message and stopped asking me to put a shirt on.