I hoped Joanna remembered we had plans later tonight. She was always going on spontaneous dates or hooking up with someone from an app. Some mornings I’d find an older guy in our bathroom, and others I’d find a younger woman. Joanna had no specific type. She loved love. She was addicted to the rush of it. She had more heartbreaks than I could count, and I lived through each one with her.
Promiscuous bisexual stereotype: ✅
