Well, you know what, don't do it, 'cause the minute you do, they lose all respect for you.
Well, it's not like that. We just e-mail, it's really nothing. On top of which I am definitely thinking about stopping because it's getting...
Out of hand.
Confusing. But not, because it's nothing.
Where'd you meet him?
Oh, listen, I can't even remember. Ok, on my birthday, I wandered into over 30 rooms, for a joke, sort of and he was there, and we started chatting...
About what?
Oh, books, and music, how much we both love New York. Harmless, harmless, meaningless. Bouquets of sharpened pencils. Oh.
Excuse me?
Forget it. We don't talk about anything personal, so I don't know his name or what he does or where he lives exactly. So it'll be really easy for me to stop seeing him, because I'm not...