Next week my friend is coming to stay for several days,

we were  the only mature students at  University,he a bit more mature than myself.
To date I do not know how old he is,I know the day and the  month of his birth,but not the year,he has steadfastly refused to divulge it,But then I myself am of the opinion that a man should never ask  a woman  how old she is or how much she weighs,so what is good for the goose...
My friend and I went to all University happenings together, often sat down for a meal in the crypt of the church in Trafalgar Square after a visit to the National Gallery.
When  my husband met him for the first time he  whispered-I have nothing to worry about  here, he is gay.
Gay?Why on earth would you think that?
Gay, was a firm reply.And nothing would make him change his mind.Not that I had ever tried,my friend's sexual orientation had never been  of any consequence to me.
My friend and my husband had one very similar characteristic, frugality.
I used to tease my friend he kept his wallet under a lock and key.He had  this strange pained expression when he had to open it.To date this has not changed.
When I met my husband he was of the opinion   two pairs of trousers  were not needed as you  can wear  at a time one pair only.Slowly things changed,of course,but it was not easy.Frivolity was not in my husband's make-up. Even now when he looks down on my  wardrobes filled to the brim   and  the countless  pairs of shoes, he must be wondering,poor darling,  where did it all go wrong!