Where's craigslist when you need it?

So, a few weeks ago I got the following text message:

Hello. I was wondering if you recovered from friday night. I miss you and want you to move to toronto and marry me.
Regards
Terrance.

Since I haven't been to Toronto in a couple years, and I never met a guy there named Terrance, I ignored it, figuring that the guy entered the wrong number while sending the message (SF is 415, Toronto is 416)....and then this morning, I got a call from, yes, that's right, Terrance. (He apparently goes by "Terry"). Apparently he met this mystery woman in New Orleans. I felt so bad telling him the woman gave him a bum number.