How were we supposed to meet?
	I never figured it out.
But how we really met
	Was a story I liked to tell.
The girl who became my wife
	Could never live it down
For in point of fact
	That is exactly how we met,
A friend and her beside the road
	On the Island of Hawaii, it was.
While on vacation they missed their bus
	And then decided
To hitch into town.
	I just happened along
Passed them once, twice
	The circled back
And the rest is history
	You could say.
I though it would be safe
	And so did she
But we were both wrong!
	It may have been coincidence
Or just a page out of our destiny
	But there she stood
In the exact same place
	Where years before
I picked up another two
	Who told me about a boat
That needed a crew
	And I ended up sailing with them
Through the South Pacific.
	I must have learned what sailors do
Like how to tie a knot
	Because that is what Cecilia and I did
The year after we met.
	Now Cecilia was a most conservative girl
Almost a saint I assure
	And I always was quite a tease
So whenever we met a new couple
	I was sure to ask
How did you guys meet?
	Knowing that they
Would return the favor.
	And sometimes I would tell
How we met before
	Someone met Cecilia
And it would usually take
	Maybe fifteen minutes or more
Before they couldn't resist
	And would have to say,
"You don't look like a hitchhiker!"
	A compliment for sure
To which Cecilia could only glare.
	She was a good sport though
And she got me back every chance she got.