The recent article in Rolling Stone magazine about sexual assault at UVA made me think about my experiences in college. I remember my first fraternity party, when I was a freshman at George Washington University. I am not a big drinker, and I wasn't drunk when a fraternity brother invited me up to his room. I can't say exactly what ruse he used to get me up there, but I have a faint memory of him wanting to show me his pet lizard.