Flying with Dean

I got picked up at the airport today. By Dean. Yes Dean at the Kelowna West jet counter. It was flattering and funny and overall hilarious. From his quick wit, "Yes your bag is overweight but because you are so pretty I will just let it go" to his corny pick up line "you don't have to get on the plane, I know a place you could stay" .... it was all comical. I was having one of those out of body experiences where I was watching this guy and thinking this should be on tape. He is seriously pulling out all the stops, for a girl he knows is getting on an airplane and leaving in less than five minutes (yes I was really pushing the time there, but if I explain this scenerio would become an even LONGER story). Maybe he thought if he was really sweet I would tell him to whip it out and take care of him there among the baggage? Somehow I doubt it but maybe.
What I am wondering is are these the men out there? Am I destined to be with a Dean? Maybe. I mean for all I know Dean could be this great amazing guy. I mean he was cute. Bordering on handsome. He made me laugh. But was I laughing with him or at him? I think part of the fear of being twenty seven and single is that I am going to have to go back at there sooner or later (as my stepbitch keeps saying, I am not getting any younger). I am afraid of ending up with less than I had. I really loved D. With all his flaws and everything that was wrong with us I would have run away with him in a heartbeat. I do not want to start over. As my good friend pointed out to me this weekend over lunch, I am clearly afraid of never finding someone and that D is not my person! She is so CLEARLY right. But I am afraid. I am afraid of never finding someone, I am afraid of finding someone and not loving them like D, that D is my person, and I am afraid of ending up with a Dean. (Poor Dean, I must apologize Dean if this characterization of you is completely false as we did only have four lovely conversations).
So what do I make of all this? The solution that I have come to recently is that I must learn to really love being with me. Really love being alone, just in case this turns out to be my lot in life, I am going to like who I spend it with. My first action when I arrived home to put this plan in motion was to call my artist friend and tell him that he could walk me to work if he wished. Baby steps. Little tiny baby steps.