I Gave My Number to YOU???

Saturday was a late night. Late as in sun-coming-up-makeup-smeared-shoes-off kind of late. This is Vegas. It happens. Often. Maybe too often...but that's not the point. Moving on...I may or may not remember the last hour of the night. Ok I don't remember it. At all. But apparently, in a casino parking garage in this hour that to me does not exist, I made a love connection. I was unaware of this love connection until 2.5 hours ago. (And BTW today is Wednesday.) I found out about it through a random text from a number I didn't know with a New Jersey area code. The text said "Hey whats up you prob dont remember me from city center do you?" Ummmm no....I do not.
Now this is where you ask yourself if you should respond or not. Me - being curious and a little bit scared that maybe I did something or left something somewhere as well as excited that it could be a hot guy - responded right away. I then find out that it is the SECURITY GUARD from the casino who I apparently thought was "handsome" while in a drunken stupor. This is not the first, and I'm sure won't be the last, time I've done this. I've given my number to security guards at strip clubs and parking lots, Albertson's workers, cops, and plenty other random dudes who I don't recall ever meeting. There's nothing wrong with giving my number out - the problem is none of these guys are ever actually attractive when I meet them (again). So now I am faced with the dilemma again. Should I continue the text conversation and put myself in an awkward position for the millioneth time or cut it off from the get go? I of course, continue with it. Who knows? This one really could be the one! Plus I like awkward. More to come on this situation....