It was way back when I was 19, and for the holidays at work, everyone brought something to eat. I bake; I would make a pineapple upside down cake, or a chocolate layer cake or something. After a few holidays, one of the women said that I would have made someone a wonderful wife. At the time, I still thought that I was supposed to be a girl, so it made sense to me.
Over the next couple of years, I got some similar comments from other women there. Since I wasn't dating anyone, perhaps they thought I was gay or something, I don't know. It would be a few more years before I came out of my shell, and started dating some of those very same women, who would later have a very different opinion. But at the time, it just confirmed what I had then believed; that I was really supposed to be a girl.