As R sat there on my floor lamenting about his trials and tribulations, wearing his old clothes back from high school, a nostalgic feeling came over me.  

Although we haven't really spoken during these past several years, it was like nothing had changed--well, apart from his new facial hair, that is. 

Our relationship's still the same as ever.

...On the other hand, he's still a doormat.

A very nice, dorky, athletic girl who can appreciate him for who he is needs to come along and scoop him up.