dime bag

I came home after work, and I got my mail. All very boring. Then, I get in the elevator and this man says "hello" to me. I say nothing, hoping he'll go away. He turns, looks at me and gets really close to my face, "what you don't talk?" I look up from my mail, and glare at him in my best - Ihopeyou'lldiesoon look- and say "hello." He then goes off on how relieved he is, because he was afraid I couldn't talk. Of course he gets off on my floor.
My question, who is this man? He is a man, an adult, in his 40s. I think of the fathers and uncles in my life, and I know that none of them would actively accost a neighbor, especially not a young woman, they didn't know. In fact, most of the adult men I know would have applauded me for NOT talking to strangers. Where was this man when I learned that on Sesame Street? And what does he get out of being hostile to me because I don't respond to his leers.

Jarett and I found a dime bag, although it looked a little small, so it probably held crack in the hallway this morning. Welcome home!