matters

Two weeks ago, while so ill in Bangkok that all I could do was lie in bed, call for room service and send text messages:

HE: So who are you there with?
ME: I'm alone. My friend's flying in later tonight.
HE: So who's he? Haha
ME: What makes you think it's a he?
HE: Is it not?
ME: Does it matter?
HE: Yes, you minx

Today, after weeks of not seeing him since I told him to goway:

HE: Strangely enough, I dreamt of going on a holiday with you last night
ME: Are you that bored?
HE: Yeah man. But I'm flying off to Samui tomorrow
ME: I'm jealous...do I dare ask with who?
HE: Does it matter?
ME: It shouldn't...but it does.
HE: You're sweet
ME: I'm pathetic. And you haven't answered the question
HE: It doesn't matter.
ME: I'm a big girl. I can handle the truth.
HE: You can't take the truth.
ME: This is just making it worse. Come on...
HE: Girlfriend. Happy?
ME: Not happy. But I'll live.
HE: You masochist
ME: One other thing...Please stop dreaming about me.
HE: Er... I'll try?
ME: Try harder...

I know, I asked for it.