I can't whistle. I wish I knew how...but I have decided that it is impossible for me to whistle.
Wishful thinking has my mind reeling that if I were to ever learn how to whistle it would happen in a foreign country by some 'sweep you off your feet perfect' Italian man. He would notice me watching an ice cream trolley pass by on the rickety stone roads as I would then try and mimic the catchy tune by...whistling. Obviously since I cannot whistle, as all kind Italian gentleman do, he would teach me-while we shared a gelato together. This, of course, would be a very romantically comedic moment or as some in Hollywood might call it, the "meet greet".
As I said before...I can't whistle. But I sure wish I knew how...or maybe I'm glad I don't. I like ice cream...I've never met an Italian man, but I hear they're very sincere, and I WOULD like to learn how to whistle...I see a trip to Europe unfold before my very eyes.
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