A friend of mine went to Key West last year and stumbled accross a clothing optional beach. I asked her if she saw any "non-jewish" guys there.

I personally would leave. Thats just a little too much nature for my taste.

[Joey enters the girls' apartment wearing all of Chandler's clothes.]

Chandler: Oh my God! That is so not the opposite of taking somebody's underwear!

From: The One Where No One's Ready, a.k.a The One With The Glass of Fat.

Chances are, I would be at the beach with a couple of good friends. That being the case, we would probably talk eachother into going naked. Deep down, however, I would be overly concerned with sunburning my netheregions. Well, that and the blinding whiteness(really, I live at the beach, so I spend a lot of time in the sun, which only makes thine ass look whiter) of my rear. Ahem: my incredibly toned, aesthenticaly pleasing; yet hopelessly porcelein, rear.

Out of respect for the other fellows I'd keep The King encumbered.

Seriously though, I'd stay. I might or might not strip depending on who I was with. We frequented Black's Beach when I was living in Cali and it really isn't a big deal.

Only if you did first, babe.

I'd leave. I will say, once I went walking on a beach and made it about 1/2 mile or so and realized I was walking along the waterline of a n-ude beach. I could never look up towards the dunes for fear people thought the very clothed me was staring. Actually, it was a gay man's beach. And I wear glasses, which I did NOT have on, so it took me awhile to realize that nobody was wearing clothes...

Wow. I had forgotten all about that...

It's actually a lot like being naked in the locker room of your local health club. Since being naked is "normal" in that situation, it doesn't take too long to acclimate.

There's also less staring than you'd think, since after the first look, the mystery is over.

To avoid the many lawsuits that would result from the spontaneous blindness inflicted by my unclothed body, I'd have to leave immediately. Heh.

I'd just figure that somewhere there would be an old German tourist that would look worse than me and go for it (can you tell I lived in Italy?)