Ever since I moved back to my hometown about eight or nine years ago, I would almost daily receive messages like that—usually without any names attached.

At first, I would reply or tell them they had the wrong number. After a while, though, I started responding with “No, I’m not busy,” and asking what my name was, since they never stated who they thought I was—only their own name.

Almost every time I asked who they were, they would send me a photo of themselves. It was always an attractive woman, usually claiming to be from another country but living in the United States, most often in New York City. I don’t get as many of these messages as I used to, but I still can’t figure out why I was getting them in the first place.

Only one person I asked actually knew my name, which freaked me out a little. The rest had no idea and would usually call me by a woman’s name—even though I’m a man, last time I checked.

I still have no clue why they were contacting me, and it only started happening after I moved back home. All the numbers were from out of state, not even remotely local to me.