I Couldn’t Take the Pills — So I Tried Everything Else. Then I Found Eddie®.
By Mike R., 57 — Verified Eddie Customer
I never thought I’d be writing something like this.
I’m 57 years old, married for three decades, and for most of my life, I didn’t have to think about “performance.” It was just there — reliable, automatic. Then, a couple of years ago, it started slipping. Not all at once, just enough to notice.
At first, I told myself it was stress. Long days, not enough sleep, maybe a few too many drinks on the weekends. But it kept happening — or not happening, to be exact. My doctor was honest but kind. He said, “It’s mild erectile dysfunction. Happens to a lot of men your age.”
That word — dysfunction — hit me harder than I expected.
He suggested medication, but there was a catch: I’m on beta blockers for blood pressure. And mixing those with ED meds is a non-starter. No Viagra. No Cialis. Nothing.
So that was that. No magic pill.
I remember sitting in the car after that appointment, just staring at the steering wheel, thinking, Okay, what now?
I tried to fix it on my own. I started eating cleaner, walking more, cutting back on alcohol. I ordered every supplement that promised “vitality” or “performance support.” I even bought one of those herbal blends that looked like it was designed in 1998 — complete with a ripped cartoon guy on the label. Nothing worked.
Then I went down the device rabbit hole. I bought those cheap silicone rings you see online — the ones that claim to “enhance performance instantly.” They were awful. Too tight, too loose, uncomfortable, or just plain useless. One actually broke during use, which was both terrifying and humbling.
I even tried a pump after reading some glowing reviews on a forum. But honestly, that thing felt like using lab equipment in my bedroom. Not exactly the confidence boost I was looking for.
After a few months, I gave up. My wife never complained — she’s kind that way — but I knew she missed what we used to have. So did I. It wasn’t just physical. It was connection, spontaneity, feeling like myself. I started to think maybe this was just how getting older works.
Then one night, scrolling on my phone, I saw an ad: “No pills. No pumps. Just results.”
Normally, I’d roll my eyes. But this one was different. It was for Eddie by Giddy, and it didn’t sound like marketing fluff. It mentioned things that made me stop: an FDA Class II Medical Device, 95% effective, over one million men already using it.
That kind of credibility doesn’t come from gimmicks.
I read reviews for an hour. Guys like me — men who couldn’t take meds or had tried everything else — were saying the same thing: “It actually works.”
I ordered one the next morning.
When the box arrived, it didn’t feel like some embarrassing purchase. The packaging was discreet, clean, even kind of high-end. The device itself felt solid — like it was designed by engineers, not marketers.
That first night, I was nervous. My wife and I had talked about it, and she was supportive, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. The moment I used it, I realized this wasn’t like the other “solutions.” It fit comfortably. It didn’t pinch or feel unnatural. And it worked — immediately, confidently, without overthinking.
It was the first time in years I didn’t have to psych myself up or worry about what might go wrong. I could just be present.
Over the next few weeks, things got better — not just physically, but mentally. The anxiety was gone. My wife noticed it too. She said I seemed lighter, more confident. That meant everything.
The best part? No side effects, no risk. I told my doctor about it, and he was impressed. Because Eddie isn’t chemical — it’s urologist designed, safe, and drug-free — it doesn’t interfere with my beta blockers or anything else. It’s simply a smart design doing what it’s supposed to do: support blood flow, effectively and comfortably.
I wish I’d found it sooner. It’s the first thing that’s actually delivered on its promise.
Now, I don’t think about ED anymore. I think about my wife, my life, and everything we still get to enjoy. And that feels incredible.
For guys like me — men who can’t take the pills, who’ve tried the fads and the gadgets — Eddie isn’t another “option.” It’s the answer.
No gimmicks. No guesswork. Just results.
It gave me back something I thought I’d lost: confidence. And that’s worth everything.
“He Got His Confidence Back —
and We Got Us Back.”
By Sarah R., 55 — Partner of a Verified Eddie Customer
If you’d told me a few years ago I’d be talking publicly about my husband’s erectile dysfunction, I would’ve laughed it off. Not because it’s funny, but because it didn’t seem like something that would ever happen to us.
Mike has always been the kind of man who handles things. He’s strong, calm, reliable — the type who fixes a problem before you even realize there was one. But this was different. He couldn’t fix it on his own, and for a while, he didn’t even want to talk about it.
It started slowly. Little changes. Fewer touches, fewer kisses, fewer nights that ended with more than a movie and the sound of him turning off the lamp early. At first, I thought maybe he was tired. We were both working a lot, dealing with grown kids, aging parents — normal stuff. But the distance grew.
I finally asked one night, “Is it me?”
He looked at me with that expression I’ll never forget — equal parts shame and relief. He said, “No, it’s not you. It’s me. I can’t… it’s just not working like it used to.”
That’s when I found out he’d been to the doctor. He was on beta blockers for blood pressure, which meant ED meds were off the table. No Viagra. No Cialis. Nothing that came in a pill.
He’d been trying to fix it quietly — the internet supplements, the cheap rings, even a pump he swore was “high-tech” but ended up shoved in the back of a closet.
Every time something didn’t work, I could see it chip away at him a little more. He started to avoid intimacy altogether — not just sex, but the small things: holding my hand, kissing me in the kitchen, brushing past me with that old playful energy. It wasn’t rejection — it was fear... Fear of failing again.
And honestly, that’s what hurt the most. Not the physical part, but losing him. Losing that connection, that spark that had always been ours.
Then one night, we were sitting in bed and he showed me something on his phone. “Look at this,” he said. It was an ad for Eddie by Giddy — “The #1 wearable ED treatment.”
I braced myself for another sales pitch, but this one was different. It said it was an FDA Class II Medical Device, 95% effective, and used by over a million men. That didn’t sound like another internet gimmick — it sounded legitimate.
He ordered it the next morning.
When it arrived, he was quiet but hopeful. The packaging was discreet, but he
opened it with the same focus he gives to fixing an engine — careful, methodical, all business. That night, he looked nervous but determined.
And it worked!
It wasn’t just that his body cooperated — it was how it worked. Smoothly.
Naturally. Without the awkwardness or pain of those other things he’d tried. He looked at me with this mix of relief and pride, and in that moment, I realized we hadn’t just gotten intimacy back — we’d gotten him back.
In the weeks that followed, something beautiful happened. The tension melted away. We stopped tiptoeing around each other. He started touching me again — just simple, everyday affection — and I could tell it wasn’t forced. It was confidence returning.
We laughed more. We flirted again. One night, after everything, we just lay there holding hands and he said, “I didn’t realize how much I missed this — not just sex, but feeling close.”
It sounds small, but it wasn’t. It was everything.
And for me, that’s the part no one talks about — the emotional side. When a man loses confidence in himself, intimacy doesn’t just fade from the bedroom. It disappears from the relationship. Eddie didn’t just help him perform again. It helped him reconnect — to himself, and to me.
Now, months later, things between us feel effortless again. Eddie isn’t some secret tool we hide away; it’s just a part of our lives. There’s no shame, no awkwardness — just comfort and connection.
Mike’s proud again. And that pride has spilled over into everything — how he walks, how he talks, how he shows up for me.
When I look at him now, I don’t see the frustration he carried back then. I see the man I fell in love with — the man who looks at me like I’m still his girl, not just his wife.
And when I think about the word “intimacy,” it means something different now. It’s not just the act. It’s the laughter, the little looks, the trust. It’s knowing we can still grow closer after all these years.
Eddie gave that back to us. Not just the physical connection, but the emotional one. The closeness that makes a marriage feel alive again.
For any couple going through this — especially if medication isn’t an option — I’d say this: don’t give up. There’s nothing shameful about wanting to feel connected again.
Because intimacy isn’t just about what happens between the sheets. It’s about what happens between two people who still want to reach for each other — and finally can.
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