We were watching terrible telly yesterday, and my spouse suddenly turned to me. Uh, oh. I’ve seen that look before. It usually means: “Hon, would you mind putting stinky stuff on my mole?” Fortunately, I was wrong. He said instead: “If you could have lunch with anyone in the world, dead or alive, who would you choose?” Wow. I love incredible questions like that.

I didn’t even need to think long. I smiled and said: “Well, my first choice would be the Dalia Lama; but if he was busy, my dead dude would be Mahatma Gandhi.” He laughed and shook his head. “I knew that you’d say that, and I agree.” We were very relieved. If I’d picked “Paris Hilton,” “Charlie Sheen,” or even “Honey Boo Boo” – our marriage might’ve been finished. I don’t seek entertainment but enlightenment, especially, when it comes to my dining companions.

Are you wondering, why I’d choose these two men? It’s simple. I’d want to schmooze with an aware being. I’m not saying that either man is perfect, but they’re both wide awake and conscious. They aren’t a mindless minion. Even though Gandhi is deceased, his legacy is alive. I wish that there was a woman to include, with such illustrious company, but I couldn’t come up with anyone. Sorry to sound sexist, and I’d appreciate any suggestions.

I’ll ask you the same question now, and you can comment or keep quiet. “Who would you like to have lunch with?” Don’t worry, I won’t judge you on your choice. But if it’s one of the klueless Kardtrashians, I’ll still snicker.