A chance at what? A chance at sleeping with him, and then weeping over a wedge of coffee cake because he won’t call you back? Again? Yes. There is an 95% chance that he is a man of his word. A chance at him becoming your boyfriend? Oh, my God, I am laughing out loud on the internet.
The dude outlined his modus operandi: he “hits it and quits it.” What more do you need to know? I have a measure of respect for straight-up, self-aware doucheaholics. He has told you what to expect from him. Therefore, you have to take responsibility for what happens. If you see him, and bang it out, and then he disappears, the subsequent disappointment is your fault. I can’t say this enough.
Go for it. Just don’t complain to your friends, or family or to me.
This is pure ego, isn’t it? You don’t love this guy. It’s the challenge, isn’t it? He pushes you away, and it drives you bat nutters. I get that. Scaling the summit is more exciting than the actual view.
You don’t have a chance at an actual relationship with this bro. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have any fun. It’s not like I’m anti-fun. It’s just that sometimes bruises and fun go hand and hand, so just be aware of that.
See him on Thursday. Sleep with him if he makes you steamy. Then return the favor: don’t call him back. Don’t text him. Move on.
He hits it and quits it. So you can rail and bail.