Yeah, yeah, laugh if you most, but if you think about it, the whole concept actually makes a certain amount of sense because making love, when done right, is the ultimate form of communication, and no one loves communicating more than a blogger.
In addition, bloggers tend to be great listeners, because we’re always looking for material. And we love to give people what they want. We are here to entertain, instruct, and maybe learn a little bit ourselves along the way.
So you shouldn’t poo poo this idea. (Okay, ewww. Sometimes I go too far. But that can often be fun, too. Well, not when it comes to poo. Unless you’re into that. But… oh, never mind.)
I think you’ll find that bloggers are also thoughtful, creative, articulate, well informed, and just love to share. They usually know just the right tone to take, and can conjure up the proper atmosphere in any situation. All of these sound like excellent qualities in a lover, if you ask me.
And then there’s the fact that we’re all so smoulderingly sexy.
The only downside to bloggers is that they’ll most likely kiss and tell, so approach us at your own risk. You have been warned.
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The View from a Drawbridge 
I’m doing a “I’m sexy and I know it” jig as I type this. Seriously. See how I can type and dance without typos? I must be a fantastic lover! 😀
No doubt! 🙂
More reasons why blogging is like sex:
I can do it all night and all day…
But it does leave me feeling drained…
I try to stick something in every box I can find, uh, comments I mean…
Way too often, I find myself doing it all alone…
I get dizzy if I don’t take a break afterwards…
If I think about it too hard it doesn’t work.
I sometimes suffer from ‘performance anxiety’…
If you experience a post lasting more than 4 hours, you should call a doctor…
I never pay for it…
It is better with other people…
I want to do it with everybody, but some people more than others…
(I can keep going if you want)…
Now I need a cigarette…
Jeez, I should have just let you write this one. 🙂
I wanted to keep going…
But you fell asleep.
Without any snuggling at all.
Sigh.
I know…
I just feel so used.
Things… and people… are either used or they are wasted.
Would I rather feel used or wasted? Hmmm…
Used is not a bad thing. We use stuff. Do you feel bad when you use your car or your toaster?