Part 2

Jared was right. Neither he nor Jensen had found the loves of their lives. Five weeks had passed since their conversation about commitment, and neither had been on one successful date. "I want to go to a matchmaker," Jared stated over dinner one night. Jensen was forking through his chicken tender salad searching for another piece of crispy meat. He stopped, took a long sip of his Diet Coke, and then placed both hands flat on the table.

"I don't know." His green eyes disappeared as he stared at his salad.

"Jensen," Jared stated. Jensen's eyes flew to Jared. "It's been five weeks, and the loves of our lives haven't fallen into our laps. You've been on six dates, and I've been on seven. We connected with none of the girls. Something is wrong. We're doing something wrong."

Jensen's pale skin flushed, highlighting the freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks. "I know. You're right."

Relief flooded Jared. He'd been so worried Jensen would fight him on this. "I've been looking onto different dating services."

Jensen nodded and twirled his fork.

"I think we should go see Patti Stanger." Jared took a gulp of his beer. The bitter taste exploded across his tongue; he wondered if he should order Jensen a Blue Moon. Some alcohol would do him good.

"Isn't she the woman Chad bitched about for weeks?" Jensen asked, worry lines creasing his brow. Jared motioned to their waiter and ordered two Blue Moons.

"Yeah, but you know better than to take Chad's word. Besides, like I said, I've done my homework and she's got raving reviews," Jared explained. "Supposedly, she's got a ninety-ninety percent rate of success." The waiter came and set down their drinks. Jared finished his current one, and watched as Jensen quickly took a mouthful of his. "From the people I've talked to, if you follow her rules, she'll find you your soul mate." Jared didn't mention the dozen of accounts from men who complained about her no-nonsense, bitchy attitude. That would completely turn Jensen off.

"I don't know Jay…" Jensen trailed off, taking a long pull on his glass.

"Jen," Jared clunked his glass down, half full. "We need to do this. We need an expert, and Patti is the expert of experts." Jensen's shoulders were tight and hunched forward, so Jared tried to lighten the conversation. "Anyways, think about how happy we'll be after we find the loves of our lives. Think, we can find women who cook."

A small smile graced Jensen's lips. It was well known by their friends and family that Jared and Jensen could burn eggs. They ate out almost every meal. Their momma's were ashamed. "Alright, I'll give it a chance."

Jared pumped a fist in the air. "Great! I'll call her tomorrow and set up an appointment." He picked up his beer and held his glass out to Jensen."To us and finding love." His friend lifted up his own beer and clinked his glass against Jared's.

Jensen's mouth turned upwards. His eyes met Jared's. "To love."