Apropos nothing. I had a friend called Andy.
Andy's love life was a shambles. He chased after so many young gay men.
He became enamored with a young drag queen, Mike.
Mike was at Uni studying game design & in 2nd year he decided to move out of his parents' into student digs.
Andy being Andy decided to "help" the object of his desire.
He bought him expensive makeup & hairdryers to help with the drag queening, items for the kitchen like a kettle, a huge amount of instant coffee, cups, a breadbin, an egg poacher, cupboard organisers etc. Loads of other stuff too like linen baskets, a shoe rack,
PS3, DS, X Box & various games, pots & pans, fridge organisers, knife sets etc.
What none of us knew at the time was that Andy was married. To a woman.
We went round their house & it was palatial. The kitchen was like the set of a film. Le Creuset, high-end coffee machines, they even had a cup warmer for goodness sake.
His wife, as it turns out was in a relationship with another woman & said she was quite happy to allow him to buy her handbags & jewellery because she was left to her own devices in a lovely home, filled with expensive trinkets & he left her alone.
It takes all sorts.