<human>: So earlier I was doing my laundry, in the building laundry room. Given I do my wash late at night on weekdays and there are washer/dryer hookups in the apartments, usually I never even see signs of other users.  
  
This time I behold that the one remaining working washer is in use. And it looks to be by someone hot, since there is a pile of tiny thongs set aside for who knows what reason. Piques my interest, since I hadn't noticed anyone like that living in the building.  
  
So I head back later to find the washer empty and the dryer running, and stuff my load in the former. The times almost sync up, so I'm sure I'm gonna bump into the potential hottie. I briefly entertain myself with a scenario starting out awkward from having seen each other's underwear, then warming to a steamy dryer-top make out session.  
  
So my phone goes off and I head over to pick up the clothes. What I had forgotten was my spare clothes were black track pants and a black hoodie, which I pulled up against the chill in the halls. As I approached the laundry room, I see my laundry buddy backing out, a skinny blonde with amazing tone (in running shorts). 
   
I quicken my pace so I can get in at least a passing hello, and she glances over and hastily retreats in the opposite direction, dodging into the stairwell. I'm a little confused as I go get my stuff and make it back to my unit, till I'm pulling off the hoodie and realize what she saw: A tall man all in black, hood up and obscuring his face, walking quickly towards her in the basement hall at night. I was like a poster for stranger danger. But, on the plus side, as long as I'm not carrying my laundry basket next time, I can just pretend next time I see her is my first ever as apparently my face was shrouded in sinister shadows.

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<bot>: Tried to say hi to a hot girl when I bumped into her around the building, looked like a mugger and scared her away.