Why am I such a girl?

Don't really consider myself a girly girl. I mean I do wear makeup and dress up sometimes. I like shopping, but not as much as other girls I know. I am pretty open and honest in relationships and say what I mean. Then why in the world did I do the most classic girl move ever yesterday?

I was coming home from the airport and I was in the last gate at the C concourse. I had to wheel my luggage as well as carry a 50 pound shoulder bag with my laptop, work files, book, etc. After getting off of the train the escalator was broken. I wanted to get home as soon as possible so I huffed it up the one million steps carrying my wheelie bag and my 50 pound "brief case" (it's much cuter than a normal brief case). Next I walked about a half a mile to the parking lot and up 5 flights of steps to the top. I prepaid on foot and they didn't give me a receipt so accounting is going to give me hell come expense report time. Aggravated I then walked another quarter mile to my car and drove 20 miles home. Needless to say I was pooped and I was dreading the thought of parking in the parking deck and walking up the three flights of stairs I would need to to finally be at home. Did I mention it is 10:45 at this point? So far, not so girly.

I am getting off of the highway and I call my boyfriend to let him know I'll be home in 2 minutes and asked him to come down to let me in and help me carry my stuff in. He hesitates. I look at the clock. It is 10:50 and it registers that he is watching LOST (one of his favorite shows) and the last 10 minutes is always the best. So even though he doesn't say anything I jump in and say, "Don't worry about it. You're watching LOST. I'll just carry the stuff up myself." He says, "Ok baby. See you in a few minutes." I hang up without saying bye and find myself pissed. Why didn't he know that I really wanted him to come down and help me because I was exhausted and didn't even know if I could make it another step with all of my crap? I was actually mad at him. This is where I transform into a total girl.

Why did I say it was ok for him not to help when that is really wanted? Why did I feel mad at him for him just agreeing to my suggestion? Why when I am in the best relationship anyone could ever dream of am I pulling the petty, bullshit girl stuff? I was really bothered with myself. I should say what I mean and not hope that someone else will read my mind. I hate girls that do that stuff and that was exactly what I was doing

So, I huffed and puffed out of the parking garage, up three flights of steps, down the hallway, fumbled for me keys, opened the door and dropped all of my things on the floor at once. The next thing I did was walk straight to my boyfriend, gave him a smooch and apologized. When he asked what I was sorry for I explained what I did and told him I would just ask for what I needed instead of having him read my mind. He thought I was being weird and didn’t have a clue what I meant. He said, "Well, there's nothing to do about it now so just drop it." And drop it I did.

No matter who much you think you beat the stereotype sometimes I think you're just born with it. Girls will be girls.