For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a distinctively deep and slightly husky voice. This wouldn’t be anything worth mentioning if I was a dude, but since I’m of the female persuasion it’s definitely not my favourite trait. I wouldn’t say I fret over my voice, I’m just more than acutely aware of it – especially when I hear recordings of my own voice. Tigger and I actually recently agreed that my voice is deeper than his, I’m not sure who was more horrified.
Earlier this month I headed up to King City for an outdoor shindig with some friends that involved an open bar and all you can eat food – on the rather large property of an insane mansion. As an added bonus, the event was actually a fundraiser, so our partying was for a good cause!
We had a great evening and then finished up with a few night caps at a friend’s house. As daylight hours were nearing, four of us piled into a cab to head home. I ended up positioned behind the driver. We were all chatting away and found out that the driver was from India, Gurgaon to be specific – I’ve actually been there, twice! This sparked a great conversation about both his hometown and some other parts of the country I had visited, and just how much I loved Indian food.
The driver (whose name I knew at the time and have since forgotten) inquired about how much time I had spent there, and we got into a whole discussion about why I was there and the details of my job. He then said to me:
“Almost five months is a long time to be away from home, did you at least get to take your wife or girlfriend with you?”
This is where everyone goes quiet. Silence. And then I stutter
“Umm, I’m a girl.”
The driver flung his head around to confirm, and then started apologizing quickly. Laughter. More Laughter.
In both his and my defense, it had been a long night of drinking and screaming over the loud music. But still, with only my voice as a cue, he unquestionably thought I was a dude.