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Another nude past-time is to stand in front of a full-length mirror and look at yourself. This isn't done out of vanity but as a means of permitting us to enjoy ourselves while naked. In a social environment, others will be viewing our nudity; there's no reason for us to deny ourselves the same chance. Several times every day (minimally), we take a moment to observe our likeness in a mirror. There's no logical reason for not doing so simply because we're naked. As a matter of fact, it is precisely because we are standing there without the concealment of clothes that this is important. At this time, we're inside our residence and alone. The moment will soon come (hopefully) when we step out and face our naturist brothers for the initial nude social gathering. When this day arrives, many first-timers feel some anxiety and apprehension. The familiarity and knowledge of our nude appearance instills confidence and pride when this opportunity presents itself. There's truth in the ancient words of wisdom: practice makes perfect. Now, all of us understand that none of us are totally perfect. But, having the practice of seeing ourselves totally naked and from different perspectives reduces stress and enables us to relax and enjoy the freedom. It also helps to remind us of how utterly foolish we all look with our hands locked over our genitals. At some point, we're going to have to shake hands with another. Again, this is another suggestion that I practice even today at encourage seasoned nudists to do likewise. It helps us all keep ourselves in perspective.
Then, almost as suddenly as he appeared in my life, my new nude friend disappeared. Kaput. Vanished. Not only did he not reply to emails, he discontinued his blog, also. It was like he was never there to begin with: a void. By the time this reality started to sink in, his blogsite was closed and all methods of communication were severed. I should add here that although we both lived on the East Coast, our cities were thousands of miles apart. I didn't have hisFacebook username; there was no way possible to locate him. I wondered what had happened. Had I inadvertently offended him? Did my slow response time cause him to lose any interest in building on our budding friendship? These and many other questions popped inside my head. However, life goes on and over the years his memory faded into the deep recesses of my mind as I struggled with surviving in a rapidly changing world. As time passed, I ocassionally thought about him but had no idea how to undertake locating a means of reconnecting.