A while ago, I mentioned that Woopra, a nifty little tool that lets me stalk you, readers, also lets me (gasp) pop up on your screen and chat with you. My fellow blogger Ferns, the author of Domme Chronicles (a fine blog that I notice hasn’t been in my blogroll, but really should be, and so now, is), recently conducted a little poll of her readers, asking them how they would feel if she popped up on their screens in a little chat box while they were surfing. Eighty percent of those answering the poll (132, to date, constitute that 80%) said, “Thrilled… yay, a chat!!”
In the comments on that post, there was considerably less enthusiasm. I’ve used it, I believe, twice. Once, with L, and once, with Liza. I tried a third time with a woman who briefly was a distant buddy, or so I thought, but she didn’t answer when I chatted her (and she’s since ceased being a distant buddy, for reasons having to do with her primary relationship).
But I confess: there’s a part of me that would get off (sexually or otherwise) in connecting with regular readers of this blog. As I’ve written, the blog consistently gets 200-250 visitors a day. But there are a few of you – you know who you are – who come back day after day. I know because Woopra keeps track of visitors in some way I don’t entirely understand. It seems to be mostly IP address, but there’s more to it, because clearly some people visit from multiple IP addresses, and Woopra sometimes figures that out. And sometimes, it doesn’t.
So anyway… maybe you come directly here; maybe, you subscribe to my RSS feed; maybe you’re triggered by the automatic tweets about my posts, maybe you subscribe to e-mail alerts. But there are a few of you who come often. You guys, I want to know. I want to know what you like about the blog, what keeps pulling you back. I want to know for two reasons: first, narcissistic curiosity. You know, the Sally Field thing: If you like me, you really like me, I want to know just what it is that you like. And second, to at least a small extent, I want to be responsive. Not that I want the blog to be other than what it is, or that I want to write about things other than the things about which I want to write. But I do like, you know, to give the people what they want.
So here’s a warning: if you’ve been here more than, say, fifty times, then I’m warning you that I may, at some point, pop up on your screen with a little chat box. You may ignore me, or decline my request. Or you may accept it, and see where it goes.
And feel free to pillory me, or call me creepy, or whatever, in the comments. Obviously.