With any luck, she's snuggled away in a secret mountain cabin with her SO. Just look for a trail of used condom wrappers, a discarded receipt for an adults-only store, and a dozen empty bottles of coconut oil. 
I get a feeling that would fit YOUR side of things more then hers.
Here... let me set up a mental image for everyone.
Nostradamustheseer has gone missing!
We would follow a trail of used tissues, torn out adult magazine pages, and used microwaveable burrito wrappers until we find you in a mobile home trailer somewhere up in the mountains with a tiny satellite dish and ten no trespassing signs around it... of course you would be welcoming to us, but your burrito blasts would have made entering the tiny mobile home a hazard to everyone but you are your lovers.