Pray for a nice young man

I visited my grandma, Lola, today to catch up and spend a little one-on-one time. After realizing that I am in fact 25, not 23, she rubbed my back and told me that she would pray for me. Here's how the convo went:

Lola: "No, you're not 25. You're funny. You're still only 23."
Me: "No, I turned 25 in August, silly."
Lola: "Ooooh nooooo. I will pray for you."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Lola: "Here are some prayer books." (hands me three prayer books). "I will help pray for you to meet a nice young Catholic man."
Me: "I don't need to pray for that. If I were to pray, there are other things I should be worried about."
Lola: "It's ok. If you need help, just ask your mom. She used to date a lot of nice young men."

My mom's reaction to the convo:
Mom: "Hmm... well, they weren't all nice and they weren't all young. But I'll spare you the details. What Lola doesn't know won't kill her."

Classic.