I never saw a flaccid penis until I moved in with the man who became my husband. We are nudists, and eventually I saw it shrink down to the cutest little button! I never say that about it out loud because no man wants his goods described that way, but his little flaccid always makes me want to kiss it. So cute! Anyway, now that he's used to me being around, he's never flaccid when I'm home. I haven't seen it soft in over two years. When I first moved in, he was still a bit afraid of me, insecure about his ability to perform sexually, and I think that's why he was frequently completely flaccid. Now, he knows I'm not like all those others who hurt him, he knows our sex leaves me very satisfied and I think that's why he always has a chubber.
To answer the OP: I could not possibly care less about a flaccid size. What the hell am I meant to do with a flaccid penis? And why the hell is he flaccid anyway? Doesn't he want to fuck me? If not, why the hell is he showing me his dick?
To answer RawDog's follow up: The only flaccids that are memorable to me from nude beaches and nude resorts are the unusually small ones, and the unusually long ones. The ones where it looks like the guy's penis has retreated into his body and is never coming back out, or the ones where they look way to thin and floppy to be partially erect, but they hang pretty low compared to his thigh. Those are the one's I must fight the urge to stare at endlessly. Those unusual ones.
At any rate, in clothing optional situations, I'm more likely to talk to the guy who isn't drinking Bud Light. The guy whose girl is prettier than I am is very approachable too, because she's not likely to feel threatened if I only want to talk to him, and can't really find any common ground with her. The guy who is reading a book he's obviously already been through a bunch of times is interesting to approach also. On the one hand, he knows the story, and is more willing to stop and talk than a guy hitting the conflict in a book he's never read before. On the other hand, he can tell me about what he's getting out of re-reading that particular book. That's usually an amazing conversation. I'm most likely to approach the shy-looking guy who doesn't know anyone yet. Odds are I know tons of people already, and if I don't, I'm about to, because that's how I roll. I feel badly for shy people. Sometimes people's faces, or tattoos, or other modifications compel me to speak to them. No other part of anyone's body is of sufficient interest to me to be a factor in deciding if I will go hang out with them or not.
