Yes! Well, kind of. Everyone IRL knows this story so this is highly outing. I had a Saturday job aged 16 and one day, a boy I knew from school showed up. Through this job, over a couple of years we became friends and ALL the other staff in the shop constantly made jokes about how we just needed to get together already. I realised that I did have feelings for him, but I was worried that he was much more experienced than me and would want to do stuff (e.g. sex) that I'd not done/wasn't ready for, so I didn't make any moves, and didn't detect any from him.
One day a staff member was leaving and he left a card for everyone with messages including one for us saying something like - To the till monkeys - just shag already! I decided this was the only possible chance I could come clean while saving face, and said in a jokey tone "Oh alright, why don't we give it a go then?" to him. He laughed, assuming I was joking, and said he saw me like a sister. So I thought gutted... oh well, that's fair. Went out a few nights later and snogged someone highly unsuitable but incredibly hot, who I then had a very weird relationship with over the next year or so until I eventually realised that alcoholics make absolutely terrible boyfriends no matter how much you love them. Dumped him which triggered a huge depression. Got together with another alcoholic and then couldn't bring myself to dump him when I knew it wasn't going well, because I hadn't really given myself any time to recover from the previous relationship. Unfortunately, he was a Matthew, and while my previous bf was pretty useless as a BF, he was never in the slightest bit abusive or controlling. I got pregnant with the "Matthew" bf (which meant I further could not leave) but eventually, with the help of MN (yay!) extricated myself from that when DS1 was just over a year old.
Jo Rowling, at this point in my life BTW, was a massive inspiration to me. As well as my own mum who had been a single mum to me. They did it and I knew I could do it too.
Anyway, at some point in the next year or two I was online in the early hours of the morning because I had a toddler who was utterly determined to be nocturnal. I kept noticing the same name pop up on MSN (Or Skype or whatever it was by then) - it was always my friend I had been close to at 17/18, but lost touch with mainly, if I'm honest, to keep the controlling bf happy. He was working in a hotel as a night porter, with long stretches of nothing to do, so he'd sign into MSN on the front desk computer. We got chatting again, and after a while the subject came up - oh do you want to know a funny thing? I had SUCH a crush on you back then. (Fully believed at this time, that it was all ancient history). Except that he then said he wished he had known - because apparently he had also had a reciprocal crush. I have no idea what the "like a sister" comment was about, he can't remember, but apparently he hinted to me a few times, and I said something which equally gave him the impression I wasn't interested. This whole entire thing was weird, but I agreed to go on a "date" (at my house, watching DVDs probably) - which was TERRIBLE. Like, the most awkward, stilted thing ever. I didn't know the expression then but I definitely got the ick. I felt really awkward and bad about it. However we both really liked being back in touch and being friends, so we arranged to hang out again a few nights later, as friends, and somehow on that night - I think he was more relaxed, less "trying to be the perfect date" - all ick evaporated and I suddenly found him incredibly attractive so I jumped him 
20 years after the Saturday job, we are married, we moved abroad and have two extremely ginger children, my now-teenager is still nocturnal and greatly resents school for intruding upon this, I think it's just how he's wired probably. We are still friends and I think it's the best, which is totally why I'm rooting for Strike and Robin.