When I lived in my old apartment, there was a downstairs neighbor and when she found out from another neighbor that I was Hebrew, she began a pretty impressive campaign to lure me into her Yiddish fortress. She gave me food and other assorted gifts (including a couple of tickets worth a couple of hundred bucks to a fancy Burbank temple), offered me rides to places, wanted to give me the key to her apartment, gave me a free peep show (knowingly) one time (which was quite awkward) and was constantly telling me that moving to San Francisco was a bad move because I was so young.
There was also another downstairs neighbor, my age, who when she was single, tried to take me to a bar or dinner on multiple occasions. My girlfriend has met both of them.
If you are single and are in your 20s, my last apartment complex is the place to be. If not, it's kind of annoying.