Textual Healing...

A couple of nights ago, I got a text message from someone I don't know. I was going to respond immediately and let them know what was up, but the little devil on my shoulder (named Carl) encouraged me to play along. Here's the transcript:

THEM: let's meet up at sherlock's for a drink!
ME: i'll be there, but i'm not wearing any panties.
THEM: that's ok.
ME: what r u wearing?
THEM: nothing.
ME: mmm my fave! what should we do after drinks?
THEM: come on over and have some fun.
ME: strip poker or naked twister?
THEM: are you coming?
ME: oh you'll know when i cum.
ME: i gotta come clean...i have no idea who this is!
THEM: you're a bad one that's for sure.