So, update:

I was 100% reading into things (duh). To be fair, the girl he was talking about is also pale with red hair, is a client, and not a singer. So I am not totally crazy. Just wrong. He posted another poem tonight about sharing her water bottle, sharing her toothpaste...yada yada. Very obvious, after posting the photo she took early Monday morning, that he spent the night on Sunday night.

Yes, I'm heartbroken.

I've actually decided to stop going to the salon. And I actually decided to email him and be honest about why, because we did have a bit of a rapport and it feels icky and crappy just to drop him, fire him, because I got my boundaries a bit confused. I didn't go into how crazy I got. I said it took me a bit to write to him, but that I'd felt for some time that I'd made a mistake in sending the initial email back in February (true) because sharing my story about my mother is something I usually do with people I have a prior relationship with. I said we aren't technically friends, but have only known each other for four hours. I said I think he's incredible, that I wish I knew him better, and should have taken the initiative to do so. I then said that sometimes boundaries get confused a but for me with people, especially men, I've allowed too know too much info too soon. I told him I read too much into our interaction, that I shouldn't have followed him on IG and that my initial motivation was simply because his posts are really beautiful...but that sometimes things get muddy. I told him I wouldn't be coming back and that I wanted to tell him why rather than just drop him because I do think highly of him, and that it's absolutely my loss; he did nothing wrong.

I'm very sad. But I feel a lot better, all told. Except for the fact that this is, yet again, another time when I've allowed myself to feel for someone and it crashed and burned in the same way it always does. I can't keep repeating this cycle. I can't keep opening myself up like this.