In my experience (as a middle-aged male, divorced for seven years), American women are, in general, arrogant in almost a feral way - at least the younger ones. They run in packs, and, although they at heart despise each other, they reserve their venom for any hapless lad foolish enough to attempt to engage them in conversation. Since birth, these narcissistic beasts have had their rear ends kissed by their fathers, their hands petted and stroked at school and generally flowered into the human version of a Venus fly trap to believe that they’re incredibly special - and that their male counterparts are boorish and unncessary at best, and something to be destroyed and humiliated if at all possible. Their contempt for the opposite sex is palpable. Oddly, older women - having imploded their marriages in their early cougar phase and subsequently and simultaneously found themselves broke and sprouting wrinkles, stomach pouches and faint mustaches - are much more humble and nice. Some of them are even generous! Desperation will do that, even to a woman, I suppose. A pity they have to wreak so much havoc and misery before reaching that stage.
“I’m afraid many ‘local women’ are of the assumption that they are better than the men they will meet.”
Bingo. There’s definitely a difference going on between “perceived value” and actual value. Women nowadays seem to think that just being a woman gives them such inherent value that men should jump through hoops for them. However, when so many women are giving away sex without any commitment, there is no scarcity, and so the value has tanked. They’ve devalued their own product and they don’t even realize it.