That is a scary thought.
I've always considered 28 to be an age where I would like to be starting thinking about a family, settling down and acting like a proper grown up, but now that age is not all that far away it seems like I've got a lot of ground left to cover.
For a start, if I was my dad, I would already have been with my Mum for the past five years. He met her at school and romance blossomed. Things just worked between them and by 24 they were living together, had a joint bank account and were thinking about marriage.
I have a joint bank account, but it's with my flat mate, and we use it to pay for bills. We are not thinking about marriage.
Whilst my Dad has been with one woman for the majority of his life, I have struggled to make one stick about for longer than a night.
Actually, that's a lie. Some would have stuck about for longer than a night if I were not so afraid of the idea they might want to. Commitment seems like something for me to worry about later, not now, so when it rears its head I make my excuses and leave.
I admire my Dad. Apart from his early onset baldness and shoddy memory, he has many of the traits I too wish to possess. I'd like to be like him if ever I become a parent, but if I am to achieve that in the next seven years, I need to stop panicking.
I need to go back in time to when I was 16, find a girl, lock her up, and never let her leave.
Then I need to never let her read this, so she doesn't think, "What? You want kids? I'm off."
That would ruin the whole plan, really.