answer: #Person1# asks #Person2# to stop seeing the man that #Person2# met on #Person2#'s birthday when #Person2# wandered into 30 rooms and saw him then they started chatting about non-personal things.
documents: #Person1#: Well, you know what, don't do it, ' cause the minute you do, they lose all respect for you.
  #Person2#: 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. . .
  #Person1#: Out of hand.
  #Person2#: Confusing. But not, because it's nothing.
  #Person1#: Where'd you meet him?
  #Person2#: 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. . .
  #Person1#: About what?
  #Person2#: Oh, books, and music, how much we both love New York. Harmless, harmless, meaningless. Bouquets of sharpened pencils. Oh.
  #Person1#: Excuse me?
  #Person2#: 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. . .