I don't get it. You party with someone all the time. Then, it happens. They meet a chick (or dude) this can work on either sex, and shazam! they disappear. I know we should be happy for them. They have finally met their soul mate. Someone to share the good times and comfort them in the bad. A companion to fall in love with, marry and grow old together in a small farm house with a white picket fence with 2.3 kids and a dog. Cause' that always happens when you pick up the drunkest chick in the bar at 2:30.