Every day that stringyshit or whatever his/her name is doesn't come to you, it should make your day.
Imagine him calling you asking all these questions so many times. Then texting you them. Then texting them in bold. The turning up with his camouflage painted face in his action man pyjamas, telling you he trained with ninja monks and Steven Segal, and that he is ready to die for his principles, but could you lick his butthole and then asking you to call his dad to pick him up. Then climbing out the window to evade detection, after putting on his tin hat to avoid surveillance. Consider yourself lucky he/she hasn't come to see you.