Apparently this is a Necessary Warning these days:
When I was in school, the guys occupied the north wing of the dorm, and there was only one (besides myself) I would see unclothed on a regular basis. Apart from his wardrobe issue, he was notable for only one characteristic: while he had no qualms about talking about body parts, his or his girlfriend’s, he would never use slang terms for them. In some ways, this was more embarrassing than falling back on the vernacular.
I do remember seeing his roommate birthday-suited one afternoon; before I could ask why, roomie thrust a thumb in the guy’s general direction and said: “Just trying to see if he’ll even notice.” Apparently not.
As for the girls in the south wing, well, I went over there only once, and I didn’t see anything dream-inducing.
(From Pleated Jeans via Miss Cellania.)