Even a little drunk, Sam could see he needed to backtrack. "I mean... Not that being loud or... I dunno..." He didn't know where he was going with this. He stopped for a moment, collected his thoughts and then began again. "I feel like there's a happy medium out there somewhere. And I haven't ever found it. I'd like to date a girl who'd be cool to take to have dinner with my mom, but like... I wouldn't be afraid to touch her either. You know?" He admitted a little bashfully. So essentially, he'd never dated Josie, but he'd also dated Emily, and a few other demure and sweet type girls to boot.