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TIFU by going to a nude beach alone

For context I’m a 5’5 not very intimidating (other than body language) 18 year old girl. I’m not great at being rude to people or just straight up saying no; I know that for safety you should just say no to strangers generally but I tend to believe people have the best intentions. :/

Everything was okay at first. It was a really nice hot day out so I just tanned for a while. I’m not an exhibitionist btw I just don’t really care. I definitely don’t find it sexual at all and I don’t sexualize others for being naked in this context; I had hoped that since it was a nudist beach, other people would have the same mindset: it’s just being naked and without sexual context, it’s not sexual. Just bodies. Most people seemed pretty chill, like that was their mindset, and I really appreciated that. People were naked, like 50% of the beach maybe, and it was really busy.

Some people tried to start conversations with me but I shut them down pretty easily with short responses and looking busy doing other things. Some other people were a bit creepy and at one point I thought someone was taking pictures of me so I left to go in the water for a bit and put on a swimsuit.

Then some older guy behind me started talking to me. It was okay at first because he seemed harmless and just wanted to “make friends” and he asked if it was okay to talk to me, to which I awkwardly said sure. During the conversation he asked me some questions that in hindsight seemed a bit intrusive, like he was gauging personal information about me (where I live, my age, ethnicity, etc). Eventually he ended the conversation and said it was nice talking and went back to sit behind me, so I just went back to tanning and reading my book/going on my phone etc. He offered me water at one point but I was paranoid there might be something in it so I declined. He also suggested I stay for sunset.

I went into the water again, this time no swimsuit, idk why lol. I had a nice swim, although there was one guy who kept looking at me creepily and then I just went to sit on my blanket until I dried off. A older guy in front of me then asked if I could watch his things while he went to the bathroom. When he returned we ended up talking for over half an hour. It was a bit awkward but he seemed nice and he didn’t say anything sexual which was good.

Eventually he left to go to the washroom and another guy came over, he was younger and he asked if the other guy had been bothering me, to which I said no, I think he’s pretty harmless. He then asked for my number which I declined, saying I’m not really looking for friends. He looked annoyed by that and then said “give me your number” and I said no again to which sort of he shoved me in a playful way, but I was a bit taken aback. He came back a few minutes later and asked if I wanted to join him and his friends and I said no thank you I’m okay. I started packing up my things and shaking my blanket free of sand.

Then the first guy got up from where he had been sitting behind me and seemed upset. First he seemed annoyed I wasn’t staying until sunset, then he asked for my number. I said the same thing I had said earlier, I’m not really looking for anything like that, to which he seemed annoyed again and said “really?” then asked me what the younger guy had been talking to me about earlier. He got quite defensive, saying he wasn’t hitting on me or anything and asking if the guy thought he was harassing me. I just said no, he just wanted to know my name or whatever.

The other guy got back from the bathroom and I said goodbye since I was leaving the beach. He said goodbye too, it was nice chatting, and it was a short goodbye with no uncomfortable feelings.

I walked over to another part of the beach and then a younger guy came up to me. He asked if I was okay, he had seen the older guys talking to me and was wondering if they had been harassing me. I told him they seemed harmless and it was fine. He told me he had been watching for a while and was going to leave earlier but ended up staying for like 30 more minutes just to watch “to see if I was ok”. I may be small but I can handle myself fine and the beach was crowded enough that if anything went wrong I’m sure people would have helped me.

I assured him I was fine and he kept going on about how I seemed very young to be there, and that how I looked “might send the wrong signal”. Sorry for being nude at a nudist beach :/ where I’m allowed to be nude… Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I should have to worry about these sorts of things. And that’s victim blaming attitude—but okay. I wonder how much worse today would’ve been if I had worn makeup! That made the conversation a bit tense and he followed me off the beach; he kept alluding to how he had been watching me but was quick to say he “wasn’t stalking me or anything”. Eventually I managed to extricate myself by saying I was heading another direction and he asked for my instagram… When I said no he shut down and looked annoyed.

Day was redeemed when a sweet guy paid for my 7/11 hotdog for no reason though. Shoutout to him!! Really nice guy and he didn’t harass me :) just did a nice deed

TL;DR: a bunch of creepy guys that just make you go :(

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