Java Judgement

It was surprising to Nicole, as she sat in the café overlooking the busy town square, how upsetting she was finding the state of dress so many men were in. Her whole life she had considered herself very open minded, allowing that other people had their own values, which sometimes didn’t line up with her own. Even as she had come to terms with how traditional her own beliefs were, how deep in her heart she thought gender roles were defined with rigidity, she still had space for people to disagree with her, to find their own path.

But now, on vacation in Girl World, seeing a land where her open mindedness was taken to its most **** expression, Nicole felt that her beliefs, her tolerance, had betrayed her. This world where men felt free to expose themselves in blue jeans, t-shirts, even suits, it was all too much for her to handle. Nicole had to admit to herself that what she saw in Girl World wasn't an expression of tolerance, but rather a display of perversion.

"Another coffee?" the waiter asked, pulling Nicole out of her thoughts.

Nodding and sliding her empty cup toward him, Nicole looked at how he was dressed. Now he was a real man, a perfect example of how men should look. His pink dress was modest, with a hemline at knee-length. His shoes looked comfortable, a pair of white sneakers with pink laces. He had a small apron on to keep his dress clean and carry his notepad. On his legs were a pair of pantyhose that made his legs look lovely.

Yes, this was how men should look.

At the next table two other men, both in tank-tops and workout shorts, sat staring at the waiter. Just the sight of them made Nicole shiver with disgust.

"Hey baby," one of the men called out to the server, "Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap."

"Yeah, get over here," the other man said, "I'm hungry, and you look good enough to eat!"

The waiter giggled and wiggled off to serve the two perverts. Sure, they knew how to speak to a server, how to show then the respect that they deserve, but how they found the nerve to show their faces in public dressed like that was beyond her.

Nicole turned to her coffee, putting a bit of sugar in it and taking a sip. Delicious. One thing she could say about Girl World was that they knew how to make a good cup of coffee. Taking a deep breath, she enjoyed the aroma it made, filling up her senses with a richness that she had always enjoyed.

At the next table the waiter had joined his two customers and seemed to be assisting them with something. Perched on one pervert's lap, he had taken his shoes off and was rubbing his stockinged feet on the lap of the other one. The professionalism the staff at this café was showing was truly outstanding. Nicole hoped that they were paid well, despite the fact that she hadn't had to pay a cent for her drink.

Maybe there was a way for her to help. Maybe Nicole could find whoever was in charge of Girl World and speak to them, help them see the light that the kind of behaviour these men were exhibiting was inappropriate, indecent even. Yes, she decided as she took another sip of her delicious java juice, Nicole would get ahead of the conversation. There was no point in complaining if she wasn't willing to step up and work toward a solution.

Yes, Nicole was going to make things better.

Just as soon as she was done her coffee.