Miscommunication

So, a funny thing happened to me the other day. I sent Jen a simple text message, asking when she'd be done with work. I get a question mark in reply. Upon closer inspection, I see that I've typed in the wrong phone number and have texted a complete stranger somewhere in eastern Washington. So I write back, saying sorry wrong number. I get a reply: No worries :-)
"That's the end of that," I think.

Imagine my surprise when I get another text: "Is there any reason why we can't get together? There's no obligation to buy anything :-)" Hmmm, what an amazingly clever invitation for casual sex, I think. I promptly write back to say as much.

Then I notice there's another message in my inbox that arrived before the last one. It says this: "This is crazy but I'm looking for models for my professional portfolio. I'm a MaryKay consultant and I'd love a woman's honest opinion of our product line :-)"

Oops.