There are also two very distinctive people - Naked People and Not Naked People.
The Naked Cowboy likely only wears underwear to avoid the NYC slammer. He has made good money off of his nakedness. Clearly he is a Naked Person. Probably everyday. Probably all of the time.
I am a Not Naked Person. I don't walk around the house naked. I don't dry my hair naked. Nothing. I did not grow up in a Naked House. We wore clothes. Always. I don't have anything against Naked People. I am just not one of them. So, their nakedness is sometimes surprising.
I dated a Naked Person once. I found him sitting naked on the couch and felt so bad for every other person who would ever sit on that couch again. Yuck! This happened a few times and every time I was like 'put some freaking shorts on'...Sheesh.
I also had a Naked Person as a roommate. One night our home phone started screaming at 2am. We were in our 20's. This was not abnormal. We both came running out of our rooms. I, clothed head to toe, in yoga pants, a long sleeve shirt and a sweatshirt. It was winter. She, on the other hand, was naked. Totally naked. Not even jewelry naked. We stared at the phone, looked at each other, laughed and went back to our respective Not Naked and Naked Rooms.
You are either a Naked Person or a Not Naked Person. There is no in-between. The Naked Ex sometimes also cooked naked. Breakfast. Really. Nothing like a full moon when you walk into the kitchen on a Sunday morning.