I recently received in my email a message from my choral director in which he discussed the Top-Ten ways in which a student might determine that their vocal coach had "contracted" pregnancy from her husband, the choral director. At first glance, I thought it was just another cutesy forward email, and with further examination, I determined that this was his way of telling the his students and faculty that he and his wife were pregnant. His very nerdy and neurotic way. And I began to think...

Should I be having a baby right now? I mean, how hard can it be? You just do it and you're done, right? WRONG. And here is the rub: It ain't too tough at all. I'm Twenty years old: I haven't even been to the bar to buy my own drink yet and I'm thinking of living life to someone else? I don't have a job. I make meager pay with my campus job and I live in a house full of man-children. I can barely take care of myself, let alone another individual of my age, more or less produce some sort of offspring into the world while living in a Fraternity house. But, nature has her inclinations instead.

For the record, I am not pregnant nor are any of my Ex's or affairs (my mother will find this to a sigh of relief). And that's neither good nor bad. I know kids I went grew up with who started having children in high school, or shortly after we graduated. Maybe that shouldn't be all that strange. Our teenage years and twenties are the prime times of our lives because, after 30, our bodies are now going downhill and that is a train that cannot be stopped. Thinking about having kids should be a thought that occurs to every young person in this stage, as I know it has gone through my mind.

I have discussed baby names with a past girlfriend. And not just the casual ones, but the ones where you have certain names for certain reasons and you're both rather happy about it. I'm sure that the throws of love did play a part in my readiness to sign my life away for a rugrat or two of my own. Oh, did I mention that I love kids? Babies in particular? I do really love having children around, but I recognize that now is a bad idea for me. As "Mean Girls" all taught us, "Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die." Maybe not mortal death, but certainly your college social life and some formative opportunities you might now miss out on.

But Louis, what about sex?

What about it? Sex is great! Sex is wonderful! It's like chicken broth: Good for the Soul! Sex is supposed to be great. If it weren't great, humankind would have died out before Homo Sapiens Sapiens could be written as Homo Sapiens Sapiens, BY Homo Sapiens Sapiens. All I'm saying is watch out for your team. Fellas: remember when our parents told us to never play with a loaded gun? Yeah, you've got one of those things and they can ruin lives. So play it safe and throw on the safety. Men have just as active a role in the continuance of childfree fun as women do, if not more so. We are the catalyst to the situation. Now is our time to stand up tall with our chests puffed, striding through campus in our Sperry's and Polo Pony attire, exclaiming to the world: "I ain't a daddy today!" And that's good, especially with all the rage these days with the Dad Bod fad. I have had a dad bod since before having a Dad Bod was cool. And now, my efforts have paid off in poising me as a leader and a role model.

And if I can have and exude all the qualities of a fatherly figure in my manner of dress, decorum, speech, attitude, and lifestyle; so be it. I am mature beyond my years and clearly had a great role-model (Thanks Pops!). We all could live very happily with ourselves having the respect of our peers for having all the qualities of a Dad... without the whole kid part, or the one thing that really would make us a Dad.

Congratulations to my professors on their third child. I'm beyond excited for you. As for me, I will be remembering to not be a fool and to cover my tool the next time I play house.