Peacock Success Story

AFFINITY EXCHANGE SUCCESS STORY

ANTHONY PEACOCK AND LUDMILLA BABINA

 

From Ludmilla:  I’m from Moscow.  In January 2010 I was in Los Angeles when a friend told me about The Affinity Exchange and helped me join.  The very next day I received an email from Anthony!  I actually received a lot of reaches.  Anthony did not appeal to me as I did not want to relocate to Australia, plus I had considerations about his work.  However, I had enough manners to answer him.

 

Meanwhile, I was dating quite a few men, plus being in comm with others out of town.  But Anthony was very persistent.  Because I still wasn’t interested, I wrote him that I was in love with someone else.  He was upset and wrote several messages back.  He informed me that he had told someone that I’d be his wife.  I was not happy with this, as I cannot stand when somebody forces me and declares me as his wife without reasons, but nevertheless I was always polite.

 

He then asked me to market him to other Russian girls, which I did.  I also offered to help him with his profile.  As I continued to edit and read his revisions, I found I liked what he wrote.  I did not like his photos so made some suggestions.  The new photos were much better and I found I now liked his looks.  The poems he sent me to check seemed to be about me, which I found irritating.  He’d occasionally ask about the guy I was in love with.  I’d say it was going along.  However, my attraction to him was growing.

 

Two months passed.  I had comm with a German man, and it was disappointing.  I found myself wanting to tell Anthony about it, and finally did.  We then started to Skype—first in writing, then by voice.  He complimented my voice.  After four days of communicating this way, I discovered that I couldn’t live without his communication!

 

At that time I had eleven men on my lines.  Two were especially highly qualified, but I found I was so engaged communicating with Anthony, I didn’t have time to communicate with the others.  After Anthony found out about all the other men, he told me I was bored.  Amazingly enough, that indicated to me!  Then I told him he was just like the others and wanted to marry me.  He said, “No.  Maybe I’ll decide you’re not for me.  Maybe I’ll reject you.”  Then I found myself really getting interested.

 

We upgraded to Skype visual, and when he first saw me, he just sat there and smiled—admiring, but somehow different.  It was very valuable to me.  When he told me that he felt in love, I answered that I didn’t know how to react.  But we kept communicating, day and night.  I analyzed his messages and tested him in various ways, but I found that he never made me wrong.

 

A few weeks later, I flew to Perth.  The moment we met, I liked him.  During dinner I watched how he talked to me and to the waiter.  He delivered what I needed and wanted.  I decided then that if he asks me to marry him, I would say yes.  The next morning he got down on one knee, presented a ring, and, of course, I said yes.  I knew I had found the correct man!

 

Thank you, Marcia, for helping us find one another!

 

From Anthony:  A fellow staff member at the Perth church told me about The Affinity Exchange.  I signed right up.  I had an idea of what I was looking for.  There were choices, but nothing worked out.  Remembering my previous interest in astrology, I researched a bit and found I was a Gemini Monkey.  I learned that the most compatible partner for me would be a Libran Rat.  This really narrowed the search.  I wrote Marcia, and she suggested I broaden my search and include Russia.

 

Early January 2010 I spoke to a friend and he told me he’d written down a list of needs and wants (99 points) in order to find his wife.  With this in mind, I compiled my list and came up with 104 points.  Anyway, I postulated that my next relationship would click and not be efforty.

 

Each night I would search Affinity Exchange.  One day, up comes Ludmilla—beautiful, and a Libran Rat!!  I was amazed.  I showed her to my roommates and told them, “I’m going to marry that girl.”  I sent her a message and we entered into a “penpal” friendship.

 

We communicated quite a bit, but then she told me about being in love with someone else.  I was devastated.  I decided to pull a reverse vector—I asked her to help market me.  She did, and I got in comm with other ladies—but all the while wanting her.  I asked her to look over my poems, which were, of course, really about her.  Meanwhile she was telling me why she was rejecting other men.  She was always looking for negatives and putting me through tests.  Finally, when she originated to me about her upset with someone she’d met, I felt the communication move to a new level, at which point I gave her my full attention.

 

Her comm about how qualified some of her suitors were caused me to feel invalidated.  “I’m just a staff member,” I said.  Then I found out she had been bragging to her friends, saying “He’s been a staff member for 10 years!”  Turns out she saw me as a bit of a hero; she respected me for being dedicated to helping others.  That granting of beingness meant a lot to me.  I noticed how often she told me what she liked about me.

 

When I knew she was coming to visit, I raced to the jewelry store, saw a ring with a blue stone the color of her eyes and bought it.  Cleaned the car, put blankets on the seats, bought a dozen roses and raced to the airport.

 

When I saw her, she looked like a queen.  I gave her a delicate kiss, opened the car door for her, took her to dinner—was truly on my best behavior.  The next day I got down on my knee and proposed.  She said Yes!  A dream come true.

 

She then visited me three more times in Perth, and I visited her once in Moscow.  Note that at one point in the relationship, a rough spot occurred wherein she ended the relationship.  I went right to work on fixing the problem and asked her to take me back.  She said I would have to re-propose.  We were racing to the airport, so I had to think fast how to do this.  I saw a lake and quickly pulled off the freeway and drove to the lake.  I stole a rose from someone’s garden, then spotted a park bench.  I sat her there, gave her the rose, pulled a ring off my finger, got down on my knee, and proposed again.  I was so happy when she said Yes.  But the most amazing part of the story is that she pulled out a little journal from her purse and showed me a picture of her ideal proposal that she had sketched before she met me.  Her sketch matched what had just happened—park, bench, lake, man on one knee with flower and the ring!!  I think we were destined to be together.

 

We came together again in Los Angeles, which is where we got married.  Once the visa stuff is handled, she will live with me in Perth.  Thank you, Marcia, for creating the avenue wherein we were able to find one another.

 

 

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