Woman in gymI look like a pork pie with the pastry off (pink, mottled, unappealingly glistening) when I work out, meaning the idea of a “gym crush” has always felt pointless to me. The abundance of mirrors in my local Puregym makes necessary fantasies of reciprocation impossible.I do, though, see the appeal. Some use the nameless hottie from spin class as workout motivation; almost half of us think it’d be great to find the love of our lives in the gym, though only a paltry 6% of couples actually met by the squat rack.I’ve always felt that tension, between the promise of the Gym Crush and the impossibility of acting on it, is key. Besides, spin class is hard enough without the prospect of passing that guy who rejected you every time you go.Except that Gen Z don’t agree,