damn dude!! I'd have probably broken up with you too!
What the hell were you thinking being that honest with a girl? Even if she didn't get pissed right then, she'd definitely save that juicy morsel up for a fight six months down the road, and out of the blue!
Six months down the road, and out of the blue:
You'd be watching the Steelers and Cowboys playing and ask her politely like, "Honey, would you mind grabbing me another beer while you're up please?"
And she'll be PMSing with cramps and a broken nail she's trying to repair, so out of nowhere you hear, "HAVE ONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN MALE OR FEMALE LOVERS GET YOUR FUCKING BEER YOU LAZY PIECE OF SHIT!"
See, girls do not forget ANYTHING! Believe me, I know this for a fact! And they tend to use things you tell them in the heat of passion as ammunition, whenever it suits their needs.
Anyways. There's no turning back now.
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I don't know, maybe she just needs a little time to think?
Whatever happens, be strong, and never give up your passion for life. And never bend and change for anybody but yourself. Whatever you do, don't crawl back and start kissing her ass (however fine that ass may be), she'll sense that you're weak and the next break-up somewhere down the road, will be even worse. Been there/done that.
That might sound cold and insensitive, but we have to be who we are! That's why people fall in love with us, because they see that unbridled passion that expresses who we are and makes us bright and funny, mysterious and intriguing and irresistibly sexy and attractive.
It's the ones around us that desire us most that we in turn become attracted to, and for that same reason. We see the raw energy that ultimately makes them a sexually charged sensual presence to us. But we both have to share that life force every moment of every day, or we become lazy, complacent, and vulnerable.
When the euphoria begins to fade we do crazy things trying to recapture our happiness while we're sad, and you just can't do that. We start to do things for people that we don't really want to do just to please them in the moment, and as we're kissing their ass they can sense we have become pathetic and weak, and that's unattractive as hell.
Ironically, we can't respect someone who kisses our ass. That's not love. That's dependence, and it's just sad and destructive.
So just be yourself, and she'll respond to that joy and passion that first triggered her lust for you, and all those little nuances that make you so attractive will shine from you like lasers at a Pink Floyd concert.
P.S.: And get you own beer when she seems edgy and sensitive.
Good Luck.

It'll all work out okay.
Sincerely yours,
Griff