I get this so often with my own sex, to the extent that I feel very insecure around a type of woman. She usually is tall and very slim and oozes glamour and make up perfect and I just want to run in the opposite direction.
What an incredably rude thing to say that she hopes she does not see you around the building; that is out and out filthy way to talk to another human being, UNLESS, you have done something offensive to her and well, that is quite possible, due to not getting the boundries very well. ( Just as suggestion, not an accusation).
My husband often says: how can she hate you, she has no cause to hate you. Well, women are very good at judging their own sex and so WILL think nothing of telling a "lesser" male being what they think of them.
Again, my husband, I consider is a good looker, but he related being in a nightclub and liked the look of a girl and asked her if she would like a drink and she looked and laughed at him and said: you think you have a chance with me? Or something like that and she shouted it out and thus others turned around. Naturally he felt humiliated.
I still have not been able to figure out what the missing link for me to get on with females, is. I try. I have a varied conversation and I do do all I can to not go on a tangent, but it gets to a point, they obviously have no desire to talk to me and actually only if they want something.
Remember being in college, as a very young, niave 22 year old and was surrounded by younger girls, who were there, just because it was something to do and pressure from their parents. They were distruptive and of the lecturer could not lecture, due to wasting so much energy and asking girls to please pay attention.
I was hated. Because I was there to learn, I did my work and a couple of times, a girl would pass me and deliberately knock my folder to the ground and obviously, if I wanted it back in order, I had to humiliate myself and my eyes were so blurred that I could barely see to pick up things.
Some would steal my work and pass it around say sarcastically: oh, isn't she so good; doing all this work and it would eventually come back to me scribbled on.
I went home every day, crying and wanting to give up, but my husband said that I had to beat it. I did manage to pass some qualifications but the biggest one, I failed on and that was due to the haphazd training, but of course, it fell back on me making excuses.
I made not one single friend in college. I was aloner when I started and a loner when I ended and have pretty much had to deal with that all my life.