I'm a young guy who hates to cook.

I'm a young guy who hates to cook. She's a beautiful waitress who
serves food. Of course I was in love. But even though I frequently
ordered out from her restaurant, I figured she didn't even know I
existed. Then one day, after placing an order, I asked if she needed
my name.
"Nah," she said. "I remember you from before."
Well, now I was on cloud nine. But I quickly fell back to Earth when
I got my food, inside the bag was the sales slip. On it, she had written,
"Cheeseburger, Med. Well-Fries-Lg. Coke- for nerdy guy with
bad haircut."