Genetics are a funny thing.
I have been genetically cursed/blessed with an extremely young sounding voice. I actually have pretty close to the same voice as my cousin Michelle. This is how I determined that it was genetics that gave me the voice of a 13 year old girl.
Because of this youthful sounding voice, I have had the pleasure of experiencing some amazing phone conversations. I will share:
A boy in university
A friend of ours (ours referring to the 697 girls), would call and he would always know who was on the phone. Robyn had a deep voice, Melissa was in the middle and I had the voice of a child.
When I was 21, I was really excited because I was booking my first trip with my then boyfriend.
Them: Are you old enough to book a hotel room.
Me: Yes, I’m 21.
Them: Ohhhh, you sound like your 14.
The Toronto Star
Them: Hi I’d like to talk about subscriptions.
Me: I’m not interested right now.
Them: Yes, but would your parents be interested?
Me: (a slow delayed laugh)
Them: Oh, I get it now.
Me: I need someone to come and replace my digital box.
Them: Ok, we’ll send someone on Sunday.
Them: There will need to be someone over the age of 18 home.
Me: That would be myself.
Them: Is your mommy home?
Me: Really? This is my house.
I mean come on, what’s that all about? It’s not like I sound like Karen from Will and Grace. My voice is just young. I like to think it keeps me from aging (like it’s my fountain of youth). If my voice was any deeper, I wouldn’t be able to sing like I do (in the shower and to my cat) and I wouldn’t be able to dodge telemarketing calls by saying my parents aren’t in.