Will The Narcissist Deploy a Follow Up Hoover

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The follow-up hoover. A staple method of gaining fuel from you either post disengagement (discard) or post escape, whether of a positive and/or negative nature. How though does the follow-up hoover come about, how do I decide whether to do it or not and what are the circumstances that can cause it? Here is an instance which will assist your understanding of our methodology and mind set so you can identify the factors which put you at risk.

I disengaged from you. You failed me and you had to go. You had no idea of course that this was the case. You tried to see me, speak to me, plead with me and you were rebuffed and told to stay away. The teeth were bared at you and you saw that look in the eye, the one that still unnerves you and you backed away. You slid into misery and confusion, unable to comprehend why I flung you to one side, why I wouldn’t at least do you the decency of explaining. You do not realise that our kind are never beholden to the obligation to explain. We are above that. You however operate by differing standards and regard it as a common courtesy to explain why something has been done and it certainly applies when the situation is one of romantic entanglement. You believed that you are owed an explanation. We operate from the position that we owe you nothing because once upon a time we gave you everything.

I have the new primary source of fuel of course. She was from a shortlist of individuals who were being cultivated as I embarked on my cruel devaluation of you. When I slipped away to my bolthole, when I made repeated excuses to go to the bar when we went away on holiday, when your back was turned I was extending my electronic tendrils as I engaged with these prospects. The fuel flowed from them as they readily connected with someone as charming as I. How could they not? A couple of these prospects have been kept in reserve, contingencies as they became outer circle friends who will wait in the wings, suitable brainwashed and conditioned so that they will jump at the chance of being promoted to the primary source at some future point. I know as well that they will not hesitate to hand me the dagger which I will plunge in that primary source’s back at some future point. There is no sisterhood here in the battle to win my affections and favour. Thus two find themselves admitted to the chain of fuel providing appliances and like two growing plants, I occasionally tend to them, cultivating and maintaining their interest, keeping alive the hope of promotion. It is reassuring to know that if the one who eventually saw off the others on the shortlist has to be discarded then there are ready and waiting appliances who can be plugged in without much more effort. It is not always possible to find those appliances which will wait around but it is far from impossible. You may be surprised at the number which will readily accept a role as an outer or even inner circle friend, possibly an acquaintance too in the right circumstances. Content to have intermittent contact with me in person. Happy to have more frequent contact through electronic medium. These reservists will smile at the primary source, appear to even be friendly but they are only doing it to maintain my favour. If I give the signal they would rip the throat from the primary source in order to replace her. That is what we bring out in people.

Still, those are the reservists but for now an excellent primary source was chosen and thus you were surplus to requirements. You heard no more from me as a wall of silence greeted your attempts to contact me. Your position as primary source came to an end. You were made redundant and you were cast aside. I drew fuel from imagining your distress at this state of affairs and your repeated attempts to contact me provided similar fuel until I decided that I wanted to concentrate on the new primary source and therefore you needed to stay away. Thus, as I mentioned, the teeth were bared, you were warned and for once you listened and backed off.

Life has been sweet with the wonderful, new and shiny primary source who has lived up to expectations in her admiration, adoration and love. All is well and I cannot say that I have really given you any further thought since I made it clear that you were to “stay the hell away from me, understand?” I have been drinking deep from the new, potent fountain and enjoying all of this fresh, succulent fuel. So much so, I soon moved her in and why not? I may as well ensure that such a precious source of fuel is on tap.

Then one day I was moving some things around in the study and I found a book which belonged to you. I picked it up and you flared in my mind. I know that if it was the other way around, you would have been consumed by emotion as you triggered this ever presence. That does not happen with me. There is no charge of emotion but instead there is the spark of opportunity. The appearance of this book has caused you to enter into my sphere of influence. You did nothing did you? No telephone call, no text message, no driving past my house, all of the usual things which victims do in the aftermath and which will invariably result in a hoover. The appearance of this book has thrust you into my mind again. I have plenty of fuel from the wonderful primary source but a dash of hoover fuel would be welcome also. You let me down and as a Greater, I revel in being able to toy with you. I feel no need to re-engage you as my primary source, your replacement is functioning well, but I am fuelled, powerful and I want to taste your hoover fuel. I will approach you in a benign manner but this is to mask my true intent – I wish to toy with you, I want to make you feel uneasy. I will not lash out in the manner of a Lesser with an insult, nor some passive aggressive utterance like the Mid-Ranger, indeed, were I either of those the presence of the IPPS in the golden period would almost guarantee there would be no hoover, but I am not of those schools. I am a Greater and therefore the continued puppeteering of someone who promised so much, yet failed me means I have an opportunity to toy with you. It need not be prolonged, I have no need to re-engage you but I want you to know I am still out here, still able to reach you and that knowledge combined with the fuel I expect to harvest creates that delicious sensation of power. I am still able to impact upon you. I still matter.

You have entered the sixth sphere of influence and caused a Hoover Trigger.

Moments such as these are delicious indeed. I have taken a bite of the succulent cherry that is the new primary source but here I am with a delightful opportunity to take a bite of another cherry and apply a hoover to you. What I especially like about it is the fact that because I do not want to or need to rekindle our intimate relationship again, the effort required will be minimal in order to get a taste of your hoover fuel. I pull out my ‘phone and look up your number. I kept it of course. I felt no need to block it. You rang and you rang but I never answered and eventually you gave up. I wonder for a moment whether you have blocked me and feel a twinge of irritation if that proves to be the case. Nevertheless, I have the energy and inclination to want to hoover you, I perceive that there is a good prospect of gaining fuel from you, I have no reason to think that your fuel will be diminished, I have considered whether there may be obstacles but do not regard there as being any which would mean the attempt is likely to fail and I have not perception that you will reject me and thus criticise me and cause wounding. The Hoover Execution Criteria has been met and I have surpassed the bar, it is thus time to hoover you.

I jab your name and smile as I hear the ringing noise and within just two rings (two rings! Someone remains keen!) you answer. Your voice is tentative – excellent, your apprehension and fear remain intact.

“Hello? HG?”

“Hi Tabitha, how are you?”

There is a pause. You are trying to work out what is going on but I know you will want to talk to me. You answered didn’t you? You spoke. You want some answers. You need to know. I have seen it so many times before and therefore I know that no matter how much you may think that you need to end the call before it gets going you will not do so. I know that the emotion is surging through you, hope, expectation and no doubt the glowing embers of the love that has not yet been extinguished for me. You are caught between love and fear – am I calling to rekindle matters or am I here to punish?

“What do you want?” you ask but it is not said in a hostile tone, more of slightly anxious curiosity.

“I was just thinking about you and I thought I would give you a call and see how you were doing.”

“I don’t understand. Why call me now when you made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with me?” Ah, a bit of a fightback from logic here. Fair enough.

“I know, I know, that was some time ago, I was in a bad place, a lot going on and something had to give. I know I didn’t handle it well, I am sorry.”

Like hell I am but I know those three words will have a magical effect. I stop speaking. I can picture you trying to hold back the tears, fighting with the competing emotions that are washing over you. I can feel the power rising inside of me at this image as I gather the fuel.

“You hurt me, you really hurt me,” you say voice cracking slightly.

“I know, I know and I am truly sorry, I know you must hate me, listen if it is any consolation to you, I hate myself for what I did to you, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” That should hit the spot. A bit of self-flagellation always goes down well.

“Well you won’t hate yourself as much as I hate you,” you answer with a little steel in your voice. It’s good. It is all fuel.

“Trust me Tabs,” oh yes the shortened name for added familiarity needs to be used here, “I know just what I did and I am not proud of myself. I just felt it was only right that I call you in order to explain…”

I hit the end call button after saying this. Let’s create those shifting sands. Note how my actions are deliberate and calculated since I am a Greater.

Five seconds. She will call back in five seconds.

Sure enough her name appears on the ‘phone as she returns the call.

“Hi,” I say enthusiastically.

“You went off.”

“Yes poor signal I guess.”

There is another pause. I say nothing allowing the silence to be used to compel you to speak. I know that you want to talk. It was always likely and your behaviour so far is laden with indicators that you want to continue to talk. Again, this is a deliberate calculation on my part.

“You said you wanted to explain,” you say and I hear the hope in your voice and the fuel drips from you once again.

I know that I can dangle the prospect of answers in front of you for weeks now. I don’t want you back. I do not need you back but I have tasted your delicious hoover fuel and I like it. I have managed to cause you to speak to me and then call me back after everything that I did to you, including my callous discard. That highlights the power I have and that is why when remembering you through seeing the book it was too good an opportunity to miss and I applied a hoover. I appeared as pleasant to you (thus one can deny any allegations of malicious behaviour) but my intent was far from pleasant, I wanted you on edge, concerned, wondering and anxious. An iron fist in a velvet glove. Not to win you back, but to get you to respond and to provide me with fuel. And it has worked.

I lick my lips before I speak.

This cherry is mighty sweet as is the fuel from this successful follow-up hoover.

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25 thoughts on “Will The Narcissist Deploy a Follow Up Hoover

  1. Another Cat says:

    Kiki wrote
    “( she is not the boss) but has him wrapped around her finger and loves to smear”

    Tiresome. I feel for you. We had one like that at my last place. Sucking up galore to the male boss, so she could covertly bully her female collegues without him noticing, or maybe he couldn’t afford being without that source of admiration. So there was never any criticism of her. Despite cancelled “shifting sands” schedules, her saying in a grating voice “I’m only saying this for your own good.” left and right to female coworkers, talking behind their backs. But as soon as he walked into the room “May I express how much we all enjoy your latest project”. She arranged all the work trips.

    Hope you can leave the situation.

  2. Another Cat says:

    “I hit the end call button after saying this. Let’s create those shifting sands. Note how my actions are deliberate and calculated since I am a Greater.

    Five seconds. She will call back in five seconds.”

    A Midranger, pretty charmig Spanish fellow did this one on me back in 2016. I called back within seconds. But I always do when abruption happens! Only natural. Why not help out?

    Next time he hoovered, months later, I remember I had already read this post, figured out that he was a narc by repeated behaviour and what mutual friends told me, so I answered calmly, slowly “uhm, sorry, can’t meet this week”. He said he understood and hung up. Haven’t seen him since 2017.

    No more follow up hoovers.

    1. Kim e says:

      Another Cat……you stated……………..”No more follow up hoovers.”

      My reply to that is “not yet”. Never say never. Remember HG hoovered after 12 years.

      1. HG Tudor says:

        Wise words.

      2. Another Cat says:

        You got me there, Kim E! One can never know when they might decide outoftheblue to try this source again.

      3. wildviolet22 says:

        I know someone whose person hoovered her after 15 years. Very dire situation back then, her family ran him out of town (victim lesser type) and she barely escaped with her life, since there were drugs (which she funded, and got herself into debt that she spent years paying off) involved.

        15 years later she was hoovered, and she’s been on 4 year long relapse. Her denial and excuses are very strong, and unfortunately in her case she won’t get help for herself. I’ve directed her to this website before and have given her info, but she insists on doing it her way. Her way is keeping up contact with this piece of s*** (chasing and hoovering him most of the time) and not changing anything, or finding any kind of “recovery” for herself (from here, or anywhere). Isolating and looping on her own thoughts, thinking the same mind that got her into this mess to begin with is going to somehow get her out. And the years are passing by, as the hole she’s digging keeps getting bigger and bigger..

        For me that’s a lesson in, it can happen at any time. I didn’t get out at the early signs with my person either (which were there from the start), and ended up on a 2 year long roller coaster ride from hell. I’m out now, and I’m treating this like someone in recovery from drugs or alcohol has to- in that I’m staying vigilant and learning everything I can, so that in some moment of weakness I don’t relapse and waste another 2 years of my life on his bs. It’s scary what can happen when you fall off the wagon, or don’t think it happen to you.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Very useful, thank you for sharing this WV22.

      4. Zena Gardner says:

        So what? They hoover after 12 years but you still know exactly what they’re doing. Put them on ignore.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Better still, make it so there is nothing to ignore.

  3. Eternity says:

    I feel sorry for Tabitha. C”mon HG why are you torturing your past victims,just let them be .they deserve a happy fulfilling life without you. You are a Greater and I dont agree with what you are doing but you can get anyone you want with your charm and intelligence. Let her move on

    1. HG Tudor says:

      No. She belongs to me.

      1. Another Cat says:

        I suspect you have layed off with the hoovering others since you met SM. I know other narcissists can’t stop themselves, only you can.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          I have a robot that does that for me.

          1. NarcAngel says:

            HG

            Is hoovering halted altogether during the golden period with someone or just lessened?

          2. HG Tudor says:

            It depends on a variety of factors but in general terms, when the narcissist is in a golden period with a new IPPS, other IPs will be largely left alone. Certain factors can alter that, but the golden period with the new IPPS acts to make hoovers less likely.

          3. NarcAngel says:

            HG
            I should have said is the hoovering of others halted or lessened while in the golden period with someone.

          4. Kiki says:

            Hg it’s starting already with work.

            My email about meeting left unanswered( ignored) but one of the narcs dictates when we have a meeting online to suit HER ( she is not the boss) but has him wrapped around her finger and loves to smear

            Everyone jumps to this Bitches tune like good little minions.

            I can’t stand it ..

            I feel like saying PISS off in my head.
            It may sound petty but this dynamic is truly toxic and IT WILL get a lot worse for me because I won’t bend to her.

            Kiki

      2. Eternity says:

        So I guess Narcissist’s see it that way but it’s not true in our eyes.

      3. Asp Emp says:

        Hope you don’t mind me asking, HG – how many ‘belong’ to you?

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Everybody in my fuel matrix.

          1. Asp Emp says:

            Good answer HG, good answer. Ok, here’s the next question – how many is there on your fuel matrix?

          2. HG Tudor says:

            A lot.

          3. Asp Emp says:

            There’s no getting round you, is there? 🙂

    2. NarcAngel says:

      Eternity
      That is full on empathic thinking. If they were concerned with anyone having a happy fulfilling life they wouldn’t be narcissists.

      1. Eternity says:

        NA,
        Your are right , just thinking from my perspective I forgot these people dont do happiness and they dont want anyone happy either.
        The thing is we want happiness and to stay away from them we only have one life to live. There are just in the way of the that.

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