I have a deep voice.

I have a low voice.

I’ve always been a little sensitive about this fact.  For a lass, my voice has a very deep timbre, and I’ve been mistaken for my dad’s son on the phone rather than his daughter.  My friend’s mom exclaimed, “Her voice is so low!!” behind my back to my friend.  I’ve been told by ex-boyfriends that their friends think I have gender confusion issues.  And it doesn’t help that I have guy-ish mannerisms at times due to being a tomboy for the majority of my life.

Over the years, I’ve come to accept that I have a peculiar voice, and most people by my age are tactful enough to not say anything if they think I speak kind of funny.

Last night I grabbed a cab home from the nearby grocery store because I was feeling faint.  On the way, my cab driver just kinda turned to me and said, “You have a very deep voice!”

I just kind of sat there because I honestly couldn’t think of any way to respond to that kind of statement.  She quickly retracted her statement by saying, “No no no no, I meant sultry!! Your voice is nice!!”

Major, major derpface.