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All the single Irish ladies, avoid these horror dates!

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Avoid horror dates this St. Valentine's weekend

Lokking for that Mr Wonderful to sweep you off your feet this weekend?  That man who will make your life a dream come true?  Well, heed these warnings well, because if you meet some of the dropkicks mentioned here, your life will be a dream alright, a living nightmare!

 “I ONCE went on a date when I was around 18 with a guy called Red (the color of his hair too). Our parents were friends, and his family had a recent tragedy, so to be honest it was a sympathy date. I was in no way attracted to him.

“We went to a pizzeria, where it was extremely romantic and quiet, with couples and candles everywhere. Seated a few tables away was my gorgeous ex-boyfriend with his equally gorgeous girlfriend, the girl he ditched me for. All I wanted was to be cool when I saw him, but instead I was on a date with a guy known as the village idiot.

“Anyway, the awkwardness between us while waiting for our food was unbearable. Along came our pizzas, and they were heart shaped! Cringe!

“My date complained to the waitress about everything -- the wine she recommended wasn't what he wanted, the knife was dirty, even that there was too much cheese on his pizza! It was terrible. Everyone in the restaurant (including my ex) could see and hear, because the restaurant was so quiet.

“The final straw came when he went to cut his pizza with a knife and fork, and ended up flinging one half of it on the floor because he was being too vigorous! He cursed and blamed the waitress for the pizza being too hard!

“I thought I would die. I pretended my asthma was bad from the candles in the restaurant and said I needed to go home.

“To make matters even worse, he called his parents to pick us up and drop me home. They were all excited that we had been on a date, and encouraged us to go on another.

“What the hell was I supposed to say! I mumbled something about my asthma being too bad to speak, and I ran into my house in shame.”

– Laura, 24,  Co.  Meath now living in Yonkers

“I HAD a huge crush on this older man for a long time. He was the bartender in an Irish bar I used to drink in downtown.

“Anyway, finally, through a friend’s intervention he asked me out. We went for a nicely priced meal for our second date in a cool restaurant in SoHo. I was delighted with everything until he started showing his true colors.

“He was 40 years old and I was 26. He told me that he wouldn’t be able to see me for a while because he was going to Florida to stop the assassination of George Bush. Then he told me he was a secret agent and this was his cover -- bar working.

“In realty he was a 40-year old delusional man who had schizophrenia, so I got out of there quickly. And the sad thing is he truly believed he was a Secret Service agent.”

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